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29: Roan’s Warning

ผู้เขียน: LJ Faulkner
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Roan dropped the bloody cloth into the mud.

For one second, the world narrowed to that scrap of white.

Not the clearing.

Not Sera’s low growl.

Not Maelis of Brackenhold lifting her blade.

Not Garran beside me, breathing hard thro

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