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... uckets. We didn’t fix anything except our own pulse rates and the pile of busted, definitely-not-standard-issue gear lying in a heap at the edge of camp.
For the first time since the world went sideways, Ashring’s finest did absolutely nothing productive. Splitjaw sprawled on a crate, feet up, sharpening his favorite blade while threatening to slice Chaos’s fingers off if he tried to "fix the edge." Embergleam lay flat on her back in the grass, eyes closed, quietly muttering flame ratios ...
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