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... table with enough force to rattle the tea cups set along its edges. His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his breathing uneven. It was clear he hadn’t slept in quite some time.
The messenger flinched, pulling his fur-lined cloak tighter around his shoulders. His face was lined with exhaustion, and his voice trembled as he answered. "Y-Yes. The details are scattered, but the sect grounds were overrun. Several survivors reached Crescent Bay to deliver the news."
I gripped the ...
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