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... if they too were glad to stop. Cherion stepped down awkwardly, knees stiff from hours of sitting, his legs tingling with pins and needles. His boots squelched slightly when they hit the ground, the reminder of dried blood crusted on his face and clothes making his nose wrinkle.
He brushed at his sleeve, futilely trying to rid himself of the sticky stains. "Sure," he thought, his sarcasm as steady as his heartbeat was not. "Nothing says welcome to the family like looking freshly butchere ...
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