Sample-V10-The Rebel's Requiem-202606171800.txt
The rain in London never truly stops; it only changes its intensity, from a fine mist that clings to the lungs to a torrential downpour that washes the streets clean of everything but the grime. I was the Order's most efficient blade, a man who could kill a heartbeat from a mile away, a shadow that left no trace. But then I saw the lists. The "Liquidation Targets." They weren't just poor; they...
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