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The Face of the Enemy

Smoke still clung to Aria’s skin.

Even after the showers, after the medics, after Kael’s quiet insistence that she rest—it was still there.

In her hair.

In her lungs.

In her memory.

She stood at the edge of the rooftop above Wolfe Tower, wind whipping around her like it might carry away the ...