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... ing branches and the low hiss of insects. The smell of blood still lingered faintly in the air.
Oliver pushed aside the thick underbrush, his boots crunching over the leaves until his eyes caught a flash of silver and crimson ahead.
He froze.
Lying amidst the fallen leaves was Elisha, the princess—her once-white cloak soaked through with blood.
"Damn it..." he muttered, rushing to her side. Her breathing was shallow, but steady; her pulse faint, yet present. Relie ...
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