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... to touch her head but found her hands wouldn’t move.
[What the fuck?]
Her eyes snapped open. She was sitting on dirt, wrists chained to two wooden posts on either side of her. The chains were tight enough that she couldn’t move her fingers to draw spellsigns.
[Well, that’s just great.]
She looked around, taking stock of her situation. She was in some kind of tent—large, with animal skins covering the ground and various weapons hanging from racks. Light filtered i ...
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