Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Her Father's Enforcer
The air inside the vault didn't smell like cordite or burnt insulation. It smelled of clinical disinfectant, stagnant saline, and the sweet, cloying chill of a sealed crypt. The smoke from the breached blast door curled low across the threshold, licking at the industrial rubber tiles.
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