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... istorians, that my initial reaction to the sight of the King-Class mage striding through the dust was perfectly rational. I screamed for us to run.
Yes, screamed. Not the noble bellow of a commander rallying his troops, but the unrefined sound of a man who very much values his skin and has no shame admitting it. My voice cracked in the register of a choir boy pushed too hard on his first hymn, arms flailing in instinctive desperation.
"Run!" I shouted, pointing frantically at the ...
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