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... n the mountain, right on the heel-bones of Tyron’s skeleton, directly into the faces of the slayers. Tyron had just enough time to see the expressions on their faces before he slipped away behind the trees.
Laurel, Rufus, and the archer he’d let go. So she’d come back for his head after all. Once again, Tyron could only lament what his mercy had bought him. He hadn’t been wrong, yet time and time again, doing the right thing didn’t yield any reward.
A moment later, he lost contac ...
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