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... where are you?"
The words were muffled and almost drowned out by the roar of storm and crackling fire, but he heard them. From within the heavy corpses of his former guards, Florian Iretus raised a bloody, shaking hand. Cold rain soaked him before someone with coarse leather gloves grasped it and heaved. The bodies of his guards fell away, and he cried out weakly against the chill deluge from the sky.
"Florian! You're alright!" His sister, Meina, pulled him into a tight embrace. ...
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