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... t, the sharp smell of iron and earth, then the steady clip-clop of hooves on dirt. My body felt like it had been thrown in a blender and dumped out beneath the sun. Groaning, I cracked one eye open to find two figures on horseback looming over me, their faces obscured by helmets and the late morning sun.
"Looks like we've got a survivor," one of them muttered, his voice low and gravelly. He nudged his horse closer, peering down at me like I was something he'd scraped off his boot.
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