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... r again, slick with soot and melted blood. Every step crunched like it was apologizing too late. The cold had shifted, too, not angry now, just numb. Like the wind had burned through all its rage and settled for exhaustion.
Lindarion rolled his shoulder once. It twinged. Not serious. Just annoying. The kind of ache that let you know you were still upright.
Ashwing padded beside him in silence. No huffing. No tail-wagging. Just footsteps, careful and light, claws clicking against ...
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