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... attlefield had now quieted into a graveyard of scorched armor, shattered weapons, and still-burning underbrush. The last rays of sunlight filtered through the dense treetops, painting everything in shades of rust and crimson.
Inigo stood over the body of one of the fallen elites, crouching down to inspect the strange emblem Lyra had picked up earlier. It was small—no larger than a palm—but intricately carved. A black serpent coiled around a burning tower, its eye etched with a crimson ge ...
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