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Chapter 49

Klaus — POV

Faith was never my language.

I knew steel. Stone. Numbers. The way a ward bled when drawn wrong. The way a body folds when struck at the spine.

I knew the taste of failure, too.

It was in my mouth now—ash and regret, old as the ruins we’d camped in.

The Architect burned at dawn.

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