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What the fuck?
“At last,” the woman cloaked in Finis’s ashes says.
I don’t understand why she looks exactly like Thalia.She steps down from the crumbled tower, her eyes laser-focused on the professor.
How the hell do they know each other?
“Midnight, it’s time to run.Now,”Ignatius growls.
I do.The last thing I see is Thalia drawing long, serrated blades from behind her and sliding a foot back.She readies herself in a stance that has only one meaning: war.
Then she smiles, all teeth and snarl.“Hello, Architecti.”
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