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... ed Denish on her shoulder like a broken flag—torn, bloodied, but still somehow standing. The canopy above them blurred with each blink. She could barely keep her eyes open, and when they did stay open, everything swam. Her ribs screamed with every breath. Her leg barely responded. Her armor—once shining with the proud mark of Berkimhum—was cracked open, stained with a dozen lives’ worth of blood, not all of it hers.
Behind them, a noble—Baron Tevrin—cradled his severed hand like it was a ...
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