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Chapter 159 The Body of Silas
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2026-07-28 02:15:47For one stupid second, no one shoots.
Power works like that in rooms like this.
It teaches even desperate people to wait for permission.
Silas Blackwood lifts one hand, and the mirrors stop moving.
Renn’s fighters do not stop because he owns them. They stop because the lance brightens behind him and throws all their shadows long across the wet floor, thin and shaking, and every person with a detonator understands load-bearing math when it is about to fall on
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