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... olent, something sharp, something inevitable. The leaves trembled, not from the wind, but from the movement of warriors, unseen but not unheard. Footsteps were light, but hearts pounded. Hands gripped weapons. Eyes flicked between the shadows, searching for ghosts.
Princess Elissa crouched low behind the thick trunk of a kapok tree, bowstring pulled taut. Her muscles, honed through years of battle, did not tremble. She was still, a statue carved from flesh, her every breath measured. Bes ...
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