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Rodin climbed the three worn steps and waited before the door. The wood was perished in places, and it wouldn’t take much to break it down. But there was an Eye situated just above, hidden in the hole left by a half-missing brick. They—Paskia—knew he was here.
So he stood, breathing deeply, clearing his mind and keeping his senses alert.
The door opened. Rodin glanced at the tall woman’s stern face, then at the g*n she held, finger curled around the trigger.
The woman ran a visual check of Rodin, lingered at his waist. He raised his arms, showed he had no intention of reaching for his weapons. She gave a brief nod, then spoke.
“She said we can trust you. I’m not convinced, so I’m keeping this handy.” She waved the g*n. “But come in.”
She stepped to one side, giving Rodin
