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THIRD PERSON LIMITED (SERNER'S EYE)

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Ironfang Citadel, hour seventy-eight of the siege

The inner keep reeked of blood, smoke, and desperation. Serna stood over the unconscious forms of Aziel, Lyra, and thirty of the remaining officials, their chests rising and falling shallowly, all of them bruised and battered from the previous assaults. Outside, the courtyard had devolved into chaos. Packs that should have been allied were clawing and biting over what little food remained, their growls echoing against stone walls like war drums.
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