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... otecting them molting from their corpses as they plummeted toward the ground. A fine 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.
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