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... r in the command tent had simply grown too stagnant to carry the moisture away. Zarius remained where he was, the warm light of the fire catching on his still figure. To anyone walking by, he seemed completely composed, the kind of Duke the North expected, though his thoughts were a tangled mess.
Precious.
Cherion had used that word. It was a ridiculous, soft, southern-flavored syllable that had no business existing in a war camp smelling of iron and wet fur. Yet, it sat there in ...
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