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... tless.
It dusted broken helms and split pauldrons, clung to cracked blades and shaking fingers.
It traced thin gray lines down faces streaked with sweat and blood, settled in lashes, melted into wounds that would not close.
The disciples of the Sanatan Flame Sect stood shoulder to shoulder.
Boots dug into fractured stone.
Spines bent but unbroken.
Breaths came rough and shallow, ribs creaking with every inhale, but no one stepped back.
Some ...
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