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... tal, his boots scraping against solid ground.
His boots scraped against solid earth, but his mind hadn’t followed. Not yet.
The madness of the Shatterveil still clung to his skin like a second shadow, pressing against the edges of thought, whispering of violence, of weightless screams and fractured skies.
His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his entire body aching from battle.
His robes were torn, bloodstained, some of it his, most of it not.
His finger ...
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