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decanter flew into the wall and shattered, raining glass and amber liquor near Clara’s knees.
She flinched, clutching her polishing cloth to her chest.
Alexander’s chest heaved.
“We have nothing left. The greatest minds in the world couldn’t crack a lock built by some unnamed ghost. We cut it. If it burns, we go down fighting.”
Clara stared at the broken continue reading …
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