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The chainmail, loose against the lanky human frame, seemed to gather the errant drops, holding them away with one sway, only to slap them against me with the next. So it was that I was jogging just to stay warm, when my ankle snagged on a piece of rope.
I turned the trip into a forward flip, sliding in the mud on my back rather than my face. But when I tried to rise, a descending boot came down squarely on my chest. I exhaled, but was definitely pinned.
“Well, now.” the man ...
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