RileyThe burning pain in my shoulder was getting worse by the second, but I kept my grip tight on the collar of the northern scout and dragged him through the heavy wooden door of the abandoned outpost cabin, shoving him hard against the floorboards where he collapsed into a heap near the cold stone fireplace. Fantine followed me inside immediately, her face pale under the dim light of the single battery lantern on the table, and she quickly threw the heavy iron deadbolt across the door frame before she sank into a wooden chair, her left hand coming up to press against her reopening shoulder wound where fresh blood was already staining the fabric of her red dress."You need to let me look at that graze on your arm, Riley, because the scent of your blood is changing rapidly, and that means the bolt that clipped you was coated in something much worse than standard steel," she said, her breathing shallow as she pulled a roll of clean gauze from her small clutch bag and began to wrap it
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