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... e mist of blood hung in the air, marking where they each had died like incorporeal gravestones. As the red mist faded, I dug my fingers into my sternum, the discomforting itch in my core a reminder of my failures even as I should have felt the flush of victory.
Behind me, Windsom led the two wounded dragons to the ground, while Charon was still chasing the other three Wraiths north.
‘Should we go after him?’ Sylvie projected, her voice uncertain in my mind.
No ...
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