The silver-haired man gazed at the desolate landscape, its sameness relieved by the presence of a large, layered boulder. “How could she have escaped?” he cried. “She was guarded day and night!”
“Sorry, boss.” The head searcher emerged from the other side of the rock, worry lines carving his face. He knew someone would get blamed for this, and harshly.
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