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... ent, save for the slow, ragged breaths that escaped Lysandra's lips as she sat slumped against the stony wall, her body drenched in sweat and trembling with exhaustion.
The thick mist outside had been her only saving grace, concealing her from Drakar's men, who had hunted her relentlessly.
She had barely managed to outrun them, pushing her mana reserves to the brink multiple times while avoiding unnecessary fights. If she had drawn too much attention by confronting them, they wou ...
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