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... ment. Quill hovering. Words forming but dissolving before reaching ink.
His hand was cramped. He flexed his fingers as his chest wound throbbed. A quick and sharp reminder why this mattered.
I need to move first. Strike before they coordinate any defense.
But the perfect words wouldn’t come. They kept evading him.
"Tsk"
A sound suddenly broke him out of his dilemma. He turned to Lyra entering. Wooden tray in hands. Steam coiling up with each of her steps. ...
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