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... . Then rage pushed her hand forward. She knelt on the trampled earth, fingers fumbling at the seam. The chain creaked above, the bonfire slumped toward sleep, and for a second the forest held its breath with her.
Her fingers closed on something cold and small. She drew it out. It was a disc of tarnished bronze, thumb-sized and heavy with years.... an old campaign medallion, its edge nicked, its surface worn by handling. In the center, a raised sigil: a crowned wolf’s head, teeth bared, c ...
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