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Eleven hours until execution.

Silence digs under my nails like a sliver. Neither of us knows what to say. Eventually, Cian asks me about the two runes on my arm from a tattoo I gave myself the night before Arin died. He thinks it's an innocent question, a safe one.

My lashing tongue proves otherwise.

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