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... heaps, black ichor smearing across the stone as torches hissed. Fire crackled low, the heat sickly rather than warming. The smell clung to the throat, thicker than ash.
Lindarion stood where he had cut down the last of the mutants, shadows receding from his frame like reluctant servants. The sword at his side pulsed faintly, a reminder, but his grip had loosened. His chest burned, every rib bruised, but he forced himself still. Weakness here would unravel everything.
The commande ...
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