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... is somehow related to you. The Red Cleric spoke these words as she tended to those who still lived. My ample supply of healing milk helped ease the strain and allow her magic some leeway on the more grievous wounds, I had quickly found.
If that was supposed to stir guilt in me, it did not. I had not influenced the warband to attack the camp. My hands were clean in the slaughter of those caught outside the gate. I said as much as she closed up a gashed-open sternum, the man underneath in ...
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