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... hat harried one of Victor’s coyotes. The brave, white-gold hounds were beset, as were she and Kethelket. If she looked further than the small circle they made around Victor, she knew the other Naghelli and, likely, the Ninth were also overwhelmed; there were just too many of the damnable undead pouring out of the fog-shrouded forest. freewebnov(e)l
She was tired, her body sore and battered, her helmet dented and smeared with gore, and her arm like a lead weight. If not for the magic of he ...
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