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... imson from her hand onto the torn hem of her cloak. Every gesture made her ribs ache; every heartbeat felt like another coin paid to strain.
She pivoted slowly, sweeping her gaze over the survivors. Near a cluster of smoldering logs, two archers knelt, binding each other's wounds with torn cloak strips, fingers trembling. A healer sat cross-legged between three unconscious elves, lines of old fatigue etched so deep across her brow they looked carved. Farther out, one lone vanguard member ...
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