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... en the figure turned.
The torchlight caught her first: seven and a half feet of scarred, grey-green muscle wrapped in blackened iron pauldrons reared from her shoulders like folded dragon wings, each spike tipped with ancient blood-lacquer that drank the red light. A single obsidian breastplate, narrow as a dagger’s blade and shaped like an inverted heart, guarded only the sternum; its scalloped edges flared outward in cruel bat-wing curves, edged in wet crimson runes that throbbed like ...
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