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Isabella's Assassins

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The castle was cold.

Stone walls. High ceilings. A fire that did not reach the corners. I stood by the window. The river was dark. The forest was dark. The sky was dark. No stars. No moon. Just black.

Vera stood by the door. Her gun was in her hand. Her eyes never stopped moving. She had not slept in days.

Rex lay on the bed. Lily slept on his chest. Barnaby was tucked under her arm. His hand rested on her back. His chest rose and fell with each breath.

I walked to him. Sat beside him.

He o
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