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The Fallen
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2026-04-06 08:00:53Fenris’s Perspective
The sprint back to the pack house is a blur of silver-edged adrenaline and lethal intent. By the time I reach the heavy, reinforced steel door of the basement, Silas and Valerius have already delivered the cargo. Even from the top of the stairs, the air in the subterranean hallway smells heavily of ozone, fresh blood, and the unmistakable, sour stench of a traitor’s terror.
I walk into the "dungeon", secured rooms lined entirely with silver-infus
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