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... hat I’m in a pitched tent that reeks of herbs, and empty cots surround me. This is not the abandoned shrine I last saw.
This is... where the fuck am I, exactly? Some kind of infirmary?
"Zoryn!"
A familiar voice rumbles in my ears. I turn to see my father ducking under the tent door—the tent is tall, but he’s taller. Downside to being a dragon, I guess. He’s wearing a relieved expression, and the tenseness in his shoulders tells me that he has been stressed for hours.
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