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... on and wet fur. The corpses of wolves had been dragged outside and buried beneath ice, their crimson trails frozen into jagged sculptures. Michael sat cross-legged just past the cave mouth, the Drakran Sword laid flat across his lap, its blackened steel humming faintly like a heart refusing to rest.
"Haa..." He exhaled, the vapor condensing into a white mist. His muscles burned, mana circuits still screaming from overuse. If he hadn’t stabilized them with potions mid-fight, he would have ...
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