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... tes. Hadn’t breathed loud enough to fog a mirror. His entire body was pressed against the cold dirt, half-covered in frost, hidden behind a crooked tree stump and a snow-capped boulder.
Not that it mattered.
’Shit... Valttair, are you really going to let your only generational talent die out here like this?’
He scanned the treeline slowly.
Snow. Rocks. Branches. Pines weighed down by ice.
No sign of the private soldier Lady Seraphine had sent.
And ...
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