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... of the runic circle onto the polished cobblestones of Argentum City. The transition from the freezing mud of Mourn Hold to the pristine streets of the capital was jarring. The air smelled of refined mana and expensive perfumes, entirely devoid of the necrotic rot they had been breathing for three days.
Vane took a slow breath. His right lung expanded perfectly. The blood root paste from the Hearth Bed had done its job overnight. His fractured left arm still ached with a dull throb, but i ...
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