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... ly of dried herbs and boiled linen, but beneath it was the metallic tang of his own blood. His face and eyes were wrapped in tight bandages, vision muted into a blur of white and shadow. His left shoulder—where Gail’s sword had bitten deep—was stitched, the skin puckered and hot.
It hurt. Oh, God, it hurt.
Not the sharp clean kind of pain, but the gnawing, deep ache that made his breath hitch. And yet, it hadn’t hurt in that moment—back then, in the rush, all he’d seen was Gail. ...
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