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... Embergleam said as she yanked another strip of pressure bark from the satchel and slapped it against my shoulder. Not gently. Not angrily. Just... firmly, like I was something that needed patching more than comforting.
I winced. "Sure. Lucky me. I only got a taste of sword today. That's restraint."
She gave me a look like she wanted to argue, but she was too tired to waste the breath.
So she just pressed down harder.
We were back near the central trench post, und ...
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