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... of the night air.
The torches lining the fortress walls crackled, their flames licking the stone and casting jagged shadows over the ranks of armored knights standing shoulder to shoulder.
Their breaths misted in the cold, the metallic tang of sweat and iron lingering beneath the sharper notes of oiled leather and damp earth.
Seraphine stood before them, her boots planted firmly on the worn stone, the chill seeping through the thin fabric beneath her armor.
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