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... gie with the tip of her blade, was small, murky, a dull brown streaked with reddish veins. It fit in the hollow of her palm, warm and pulsating. A bitter disillusionment painted itself on her face, still taut from the adrenaline.
"Second rank," she muttered, rolling the stone between her blood-stained fingers. "Fucking second rank." Frustration rasped in her rough voice. They had nearly died—Dylan had almost been gutted—by a creature real hunters or warriors would’ve likely taken down wi ...
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