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I knelt beside Dante, the dim light of the Mira house hearth casting a soft glow over the deep gash in his side. The scent of herbs still clung to my fingers, sharp and earthy, and I tried not to let my hands shake as I pressed the warm poultice against the wound. He winced, barely. Always too proud to show pain.
"Still breathing?" I murmured, half to myself, half to him.
His lips quirked barely a smile, more like a reflex. "I’d complai ...
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