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... he faint tang of blood from training grounds, the distant howl of a patrol. It was the scent of preparation, of pieces sliding into place. She didn’t close her eyes to rest. There was no rest for her anymore. Not after surviving the Dark Continent. Not after relinquishing flesh for steel. The Empire had found its pulse again, and Eli was its heartbeat.
"Boy!" she called into the corridors beyond. Her voice cut through the stone stillness.
The mage appeared—tall, composed, with ey ...
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