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... he place reeked, rotting hay, horse crap, and straw that had seen better centuries. Not exactly the sandalwood-scented, icy-clean air of Zarius’s halls.
The rumble hit next. Thump-thump-thump, wooden wheels tearing through mud.
Cherion tried to move, but his brain felt like it had been pureed in a blender. Every heartbeat sent a tiny army marching across his temples. He was lying flat, cramped, and wrapped in something that felt like a giant, scratchy potato sack.
Wow. So ...
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