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... landing. Two wardens stood by the post with spears down and tight mouths. The wardline along the threshold pulsed steady, but the hair on my arms didn’t like it. The air had a thin trace of iron-pine and oil.
"Cold kits only," Liora said. "No aura flares. No speeches. If something moves, make it pick a bad angle. Valcrey, Lantern and tools. Veyron, weight checks. Wardens hold the mouth. Nobody crosses the line unless I say."
"Understood," Cael said.
"Understood," I said. ...
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