Nikolai

The acrid smell of smoke and blood had finally faded from the southern air, but the rage it left behind was a permanent stain on my senses. A week. Seven days since the bombing, and my warriors were still finding fragments of stone and bone in the crevices of the courtyard. The increased patrols and reinforced security had paid off in silence—no new attacks—but that only made the bastards who’d done it seem more elusive, more mocking. Their silence was a taunt.

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