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... ually dispelled by the frosty moonlight.
The gentle glow of the moon shrouded the broken altar.
The white crane Fratiss’s silver armor was stained with blood.
The feathered sword of the crimson hawk Chloe was pressed against her throat.
"Is this the path you’ve chosen?"
Fratiss staggered backward, the crane feather cloak flapping in the night wind like a banner.
Her blood-stained fingertips brushed against the enemy’s arrow fletching, leaving a win ...
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