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The Cypriot sun bleached the stone walls of Limassol, but it could not bleach the blood from Altaïr Ibn-La’had’s memory. The Apple of Eden was safe, for now, clenched in a leather pouch at his side. But its whispers were a constant itch at the back of his mind.

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The trail led to a hidden cove, where a ramshackle pier jutted into the turquoise water. Three guards patrolled. One, a brute in heavy plate, leaned against a crate, picking his teeth. Another, an archer, dozed on a barrel. The third—a scout—paced the shore. The Cypriot sun bleached the stone walls of

Kyros’s eyes darted to a small iron chest by his feet. “No one. It’s finished. The knowledge dies with me.” “The ‘one from the sea’ is dead

He had followed the last known Templar convoy from the ruins of Limassol’s castle, past the salt flats where the dead lay unburied—a testament to his own swift, silent work. His target was a minor key, a relic-keeper named Kyros, who carried a map to something far worse: a fragment of the same corrupted Isu technology that had nearly destroyed him once before.

The words were a blade of their own. Altaïr’s jaw tightened. The failure of his Mentor, the betrayal, still stung.