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... her and more like a shroud being slowly pulled tighter around the building.
Inside the triage ward the air was heavy and still. The sharp metallic tang of Isole Sylvaris’s high-tier magic had faded swallowed up once again by the foundational smells of the place. Rust. Mildew. Slow decay.
Vane sat on his stool watching Senna sleep. In the dim grey light stripped of her usual ferocious energy the tragedy of her situation hit him harder than it ever had when they were shouting on th ...
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