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... ing them. Hours blurred into the rhythm of boots against stone, torchlight catching on jagged walls, every echo carrying too far. The humans whispered occasionally, prayers or mutters, but they kept moving.
Lindarion walked at the head, eyes forward, every sense sharp. His chest still ached faintly, a reminder of Maeven’s strike, of how close he had been to breaking. Selene’s warmth lingered in his blood, faint but steady.
He did not call for her. Not yet.
The deeper they ...
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