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... camp's healer's tent sagged low above him, flickering lamplight stretching shadows into long fingers across its fabric. Pain stitched his body in ragged patterns, but it was dulled, muffled, as though the world had decided not to crush him all at once.
He shifted, a hiss leaving his throat.
"Don't," a soft voice murmured.
Lyria sat at his side, her silver hair catching the dim light, her hands clasped tightly together as if she feared he might dissolve before her eyes. Sh ...
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