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... to respect the trail of bodies they had left behind. The wind died down, carrying only the metallic smell of blood already beginning to freeze on the snow.
Damon shoved his hands into the pockets of his makeshift cloak and whistled, striding after Ester. "Well, that was a warm welcome. I wonder if all travelers receive such a welcome."
"They were just bandits," Ester replied, without turning her head. Her voice was effortless, as if the confrontation had meant nothing to her. "Wi ...
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