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... lt distant.
Like the air itself was holding its breath. Or watching.
Lindarion blinked the last of the light from his vision. His legs weren't moving yet, and his ribs definitely had a few opinions, but he was upright. Technically.
Ashwing paced in front of him in slow, angry circles. Tail twitching. Wings low. Eyes locked on the dark mage like he was ready to try a second round, maybe with more teeth this time.
'Settle, you overgrown ember.'
But Lindarion ...
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