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... skeletal remains of a transport wagon tasted of old grease and impending frost. It was a stagnant, heavy sort of cold that seemed to settle in the lungs like silt. Ezek was right there beside him, half-shoving him into the crate, tense like he might explode any second. The knight’s hand was clamped over Cherion’s mouth, the fingers trembling with a rhythmic, frantic thrumming that matched the erratic pulse in Cherion’s own throat.
Directly ahead, the Velkyn were... wrong.
That w ...
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