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... cloak stained with earth and dried blood, her eyes fixed on the distant line of Azalith's walls. The sun was barely rising, filtering coppery hues through the smoke that shrouded the sky. The wind carried the scent of ash and iron—and something else. Burnt mana.
Behind her, Irelia kept pace, sword slung over her shoulder, her steps firm on the sodden mud. Amelia followed close behind, holding her staff in both hands, and the princess, shrouded in a simple cloak, was guided by a nearly i ...
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