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... ed balcony. His legs dangled over the churning fog bank. His body felt like it had been run through a rock crusher. Every muscle fiber was twitching. His mana reserves were dangerously low and he was pretty sure three of his ribs were cracked again.
Next to him sat Senna.
She wasn’t crashed. She was vibrating. The twenty-four-hour lease on life Isole had granted her was still burning hot in her veins. She glowed with a terrifying vitality in the dimming light. Her skin was pale a ...
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