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... tion and smoke had receded to the beat of cicadas, leaves murmuring overhead of Van and Varric's makeshift hut.
The scent of damp wood and herbs was strong, moonmint drying from the rafters, the distant tinkle of Varric's complaining voice coming from outside.
Asthia's breath caught before her eyes parted. The pain in her head throbbed like iron struck against stone.
She lifted a shaking hand, fingers grasping at her temple, nails scritching bandages.
Her throat w ...
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