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... back in the marble baths of Dawnhaven, steam easing the ache from his limbs, the grime of a year’s war slowly lifting from his skin.
A quiet moment at last, the first since Emberhold’s fall.
The next... darkness. Salt. Water crushing in from all sides. Arms, pale and inhuman, coiled about his chest.
His ears roared with pressure, his chest clamped like an iron vice, every instinct screaming to thrash upward, but there was no upward, no surface, only black water swallowin ...
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