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... hirty-two dead,” Juniper said. “Our edge has been scraped raw, Catherine.”
I was really beginning to regret that oath to Hakram, because a bottle of aragh right now would do wonders for my peace of mind. I’d guessed it was bad, when I’d taken a look from the sky, but I hadn’t understood quite how bad it had really gotten. I leaned back into my seat and passed a hand through my mess of a hair.
“You did better than I could have hoped,” I admitted. “Considering what the other side w ...
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