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... d by the primal screams of forest wolves and the rhythmic, sulfurous hiss of the encroaching mist. But tonight, the ancient silence was violated by a sound that didn’t belong to this world: the high-pitched, electric whine of spinning rotors and the clinical hum of cooling fans.
Vespera, the Shadow Tracker, stood perched atop a petrified branch of a blackened Ironwood tree. Her frame was a silhouette of lethal elegance, her violet cloak bleeding into the darkness. In her hands, a longbow ...
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