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... in the air.
Not metaphorically, or poetically...but literally.
Smoke carried through the air coming from nearby. Amelia pushed the window flap aside just as a gust of ash blew past them.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Something’s going on," she said quietly.
This was sharp, mixed with the ever-present metallic smell of blood.
Something was burning.
A knight galloped back toward them.
"Young Master Ryn! Lady Amelia! A village ahead is under att ...
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