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were cracked. Its gates, half-hanging. Smoke drifted from crooked chimn

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last stronghold of the Emberblades.

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aid, eyes lingering on t

lied. "Just pa

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said, voice lower now. "

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l coin pouch into the guard's hand. "We d

ated, then wave

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smelled like old w

his bag and let out a long breath. "We'll res

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who remembers what the

he sword leaning against the wall.

es heavy. "You already are. Yo

ugh the stone streets like it

ty-beneath the dust and time

ing wa