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... wind tugging at his open tunic.
In his right hand, he held a long, slender stick of herb twisted and bound with thin silver wire, the kind imported from the southern isles where the volcanic soil made the leaves burn slowly and hot.
He drew deeply, lips sealing around the end, then exhaled a thin stream of blue-white flame that licked outward like a dragon’s tongue before dissipating into sparks against the darkness.
The firelight danced across his face, illuminating the ...
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