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... arely a sliver on the horizon, golden light bleeding across the mist-clung rooftops of Gentle Wind. From the angle of the light and the length of the shadows, I figured I’d been asleep for a few hours. Just enough to keep going.
I sat up slowly, stretching out the stiffness in my back, and took a moment to breathe.
The memory of yesterday returned. The ache in my legs. The echo of impact in my ribs. The sharp contrast between blindness and clarity.
I cracked a smile and s ...
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