For a moment, Kael heard nothing at all.Then the world returned in a rush.By the time he realized what he was doing, he was already outside, half-dressed, running into the snow.He drove like a madman.More than once the transport nearly slid into the ravine.Impossible.He kept repeating it under his breath as though saying it often enough could make it true.Mira had survived too much.Fire. Ambushes. Silver. Broken bones. Betrayal.She would not die like this.She would not.But the moment he reached the dock, his legs gave out beneath him.The whole place had turned black.Steel was warped and half-melted. Timber had collapsed into smoking heaps. Here and there, among the ash and twisted debris, lay pieces of what had once been men.Kael went at the wreckage with his bare hands.He tore aside ruined drums, split planks, and slabs of blackened metal one after another, ignoring the blood running from his fingers.Until at last, under the rim of a collapsed barrel, he saw something
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