Those lands belonged to Widow, and not a single person apart from three of The Six had a clue. He bathed in enemy water, breathed enemy air, and swept his eyes across enemy terrain. The uptown brothels ate enemy coin, and lovers pranced down enemy promenades. Ares began counting the homes, temples, and theaters below. Mollah had once told him to focus on numbers to bring stasis to rumination. Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine — suddenly, the city was in flames. The plateau was scorched, and orange and red branched down every street all the way to the sea. It was as if the world had never
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