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... ss hovered over the makeshift command ridge, turning every figure into a shadow stitched from the same colorless cloth. Six of those shadows gathered where the sand sloped toward the dead fire pits, lanterns banked low to keep their gathering secret.
Draven stood slightly apart, boots planted at the map-table improvised from two coffin lids laid edge-to-edge. Steam hissed up from the parchment where Azra’s kettle of boiled seawater helped weigh the corners, the vapor carrying a faint sme ...
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