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... ive it a blizzard and forty-eight hours, and it’ll bury a blood-soaked battlefield under a pristine, glittering blanket of white as if the violence were merely a fever dream. Apparently, the human heart works much the same way. Or at least, that’s what Cherion kept telling himself as Day 12 dragged into an annoyingly quiet evening.
A week. Seven whole days.
In that time, the subjugation had practically folded in on itself. The Velkyn were thinning out. The Hearth Stones, once ter ...
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