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... ste of war, bitter and sharp like crushed bone. The crater still smoked, the ash curling upward like incense from a godless altar.
Number Seven opened her eyes, her body jerking upright, a thin sheet clinging to her naked form, barely shielding her from the cold bite of the imperial camp. Her muscles screamed, each breath was a punishment. Her lungs drew air like it were poison. Her ribs felt cracked. Her vision stuttered.
Atlas’s punches. His kicks. The sound of his bones meetin ...
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