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CHAPTER 93: First Blood
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2026-05-04 22:30:57Damian's POV
The healers' tent is set up on the rise behind the eastern ridge. It has canvas walls, wooden poles, and the red cross painted on the side. Greta got it ready before dawn. Selena’s inside, but I can’t see her from here, and I don’t look back.
Below us, the eastern valley stretches out, gray in the morning light. Viktor's army is down there, a dark mass moving like a living creature. There might be twelve hundred of them. Maybe more.
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