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... through me. The black tendrils of her slave crest were mixed with the shadows of a Heart Crest, practically smothering her soul beneath their combined weight. It hurt, watching her cling close to the king, looking at me with eyes filled with fear and disgust.
"Take them!" Bethiv commanded.
The Last Light Company sprang into action, collapsing in on us from all sides. I shrank against Fable’s side, feeling incredibly small against the tide of soldiers. We were a small party of fif ...
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