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... , her breath shallow, her fingers trembling and stained with blood. The sleeves of her tunic were soaked up to her elbows. It wasn’t hers. Lorraine’s blood still clung to her skin like the memory of death refusing to let go.
Cyrin stepped out pf the room, to speak with Kieran about the dwindling wolfsbane supply... about the queen... about everything that could break the fragile thread still holding them all together. But Varya? She needed air, needed to breathe before the walls of that ...
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