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The Wages of Fire

Chapter 36 The Wages of Fire

The morning stank of oil, smoke, and the metallic ache of fear. At the southern edge of the capital, bodies lined the roads—not dead, not yet, but armored in desperation, red-eyed and hollow-cheeked. Freedom had not come easy, and now it faced its first true test.

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