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... to a halt just a few feet behind us, carrying the wind behind them.
Fenric was grinning, a few stray crumbs from the roast still clinging to the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving with the sheer exhilaration of the sprint. Damar looked as if he hadn’t even broken a sweat, his silver hair perfectly in place, though his slit-pupils were wide and focused entirely on me.
"Thirty seconds," Damar said, his voice smooth and slightly smug as he checked my shadow’s position. "You didn ...
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