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told stories.
About dragons.
About warriors.
About Leo.
She kept her voice low and steady, anchoring Mia through fear.
At 4:13 a.m., the vault lock clanked.
Willow instantly pushed Mia behind her and grabbed a heavy metal flashlight, raising it like a club despite the screaming pain in her shoulder.
The steel door slid open.
Smoke billowed in.
Cordite.
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