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... right sat on a narrow cot, stripped to the waist, while a healer—an older woman with steady hands and sharper eyes—cleaned the cuts across his ribs and shoulders. The wounds weren’t deep, but they were everywhere. Small nicks from deflected blades, bruises blooming purple-black where strikes had gotten through.
"You’re lucky," the healer muttered, dabbing antiseptic that burned like fire. "Another inch to the left and this one would’ve punctured a lung."
Bright didn’t answer. He ...
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