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Hamal had barely slept since his memories returned. Now here, so close, sleep was the last thing on his mind.
It was why he was awake at this ungodly hour, pacing the halls. The vision of her in this brothel, surrounded by those bare-chested Soldiers, burned his mind. Eyes open or closed, it didn’t matter. He couldn’t get the thought of what they might be doing, right now, out of his head. Those things he’d never allowed himself to indulge—
Strong steps approached, their cadence matched, making it difficult to determine how many. Three or Four.
When they came into view, Hamal stood loose, hands ready to draw weapons, if necessary. He was a guest here, but that didn’t mean everyone would on their best behavior, especially with him wandering around so late.
Their strides were purpose
