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... Two dozen armed men—all powerful, tense, and far too organized to be mere wanderers—lay crouched in the underbrush. Their dark eyes scanned the clearing beyond, weapons tight in hand, breath held. They were waiting.
From Fangridge City.
Isabella’s heart stuttered. She took an instinctive step back, her mind already racing. What did I do? she thought wildly, pulse thudding in her ears.
"Eh... it can’t be that serious," she muttered, a shaky laugh slipping from her lips as ...
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