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... ll, not by choice, but because every instinct screamed that moving now would get him skewered.
Elven weapons surrounded them in a tightening ring. Spears pointed forward, bows half-drawn, and blades held low but ready. The elves moved with quiet coordination. Each step was measured; each shift was purposeful. They didn’t shout or rush.
They waited.
Elythra stood in front of him, her shoulders squared, hands raised, but her posture was unyielding. Luther noticed grimly tha ...
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