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... thoughts spiraled—I’m useless.
Sloppy. Dead weight. If I had fire, I could help. If Saria was here...
Terya’s hand grabbed his, yanking him behind a stone font, her green eyes fierce.
"Hey—listen to me," she whispered, her forehead nearly touching his, her fingers digging into his palm.
"This is not the time to panic, hero. We’re not dead. Not yet. So get your shit together."
"But—" he started, his voice shaking.
"No buts," she said, her eyes soft ...
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