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The wind screamed first.
It rushed through the ravine beneath the bridge, dragging sand and heat upward like a warning too late to matter. Five figures stood across the stone span, cloaked in black, hoods pulled low, swords raised toward the Malika of Zahryssar.
Their eyes were wrong.
Pitch-black, lightless, devouring the sun rather than reflecting it.
Captain Varesh stepped half a pace forward, shield lifting instinctively, sword angling toward the near ...
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