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... udden wounds in the darkness. Soren jerked upright in his narrow bed, the shard against his chest pulsing with violent cold that stole his breath. Something was wrong.
Through his small window, he caught glimpses of a black-cloaked procession marching through the main gates, their silvered staves catching the torchlight in brief, threatening flashes. The Velrane guards stood aside without challenge, a sight so unusual it sent ice sliding down Soren’s spine.
’They’ve come for you, ...
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