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... rough the valley like snow that burned instead of cooled.
Inigo crouched behind the tilted husk of the JLTV, blood streaking his temple. The M4 was hot in his grip, last magazine riding light. Lyra balanced on the shattered arch of a collapsed granary, her bowstring drawn, one arrow glowing faint under her touch.
Across the ruins, the Lord of Destruction loomed. His armor split with glowing cracks, molten seams hissing with every breath. His warhammer burned bright enough to cast ...
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