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... d stone.
The air had thickened, the tension of the forest curling around her like a dark mist. Her fingers clenched around [Cheshire’s Gleam], but the weight of her sword-partner felt suddenly insignificant, as if she was holding nothing but the air itself.
She heard Victor’s words echo through the camp, and felt the chill of his betrayal seep into her bones.
"You’re not a part of it."
They were no longer fighting for survival. Something more was at play, and the ...
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