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... ugh creatures to satisfy the nobles' favorite pastime: monster hunting.
Exhaustion hung in the air like a heavy fog, with everyone teetering on the brink of mana depletion. The night had settled over the camp, the empty village's quietness thickening.
Once the gates clanged shut, Spencer began taking attendance.
Vyan slumped into a chair, rolling his shoulders, his face a canvas of pain. "I feel like a ragdoll run over by a carriage. There is no way I am going to be able ...
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