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... in and covering my mouth. I breathed in, the scent of blood, sweat, and grime wafting through the air.
I trudged through the healer’s camps, nodding in respect to the clinicians who saw me. I reached a hand out to help a man–with no mana emanating from him–who stumbled over a protruding bit of rubble. I steadied him as he nearly tumbled, the heavy bag of supplies in his hands unwieldy. When he saw my eyes, he swallowed nervously. “For Fiachra,” the young man said in acknowledgment.
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