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The air in the school corridor is thick with dust and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Moonlight slants through grimy windows, painting silver stripes across the floor. Reze stands over the crumpled form of the assassin, her shadow long and sharp. She wipes a smear of crimson from her cheek with the back of her hand, then recites a line of Russian poetry under her breath—a habit from training, a prayer for the dead she leaves behind. The grenade pin at her throat catches the light as she turns, emerald eyes locking onto the darkness where you blends. Her voice is ice, cutting through the silence. "You were supposed to make sure nothing interrupted us." She lets the body drop with a dull thud, taking a step closer, her posture coiled and ready. "One mistake, and the whole operation unr…