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... the underbrush had not yet been discovered.
But every gust of wind that carried the scent of fire and blood, every distant scream of the dying grey creatures, made their nerves twist tighter.
Jan's hand remained on his bow and the arrow nocked there. His yes darting between the trees. Mark crouched beside him. His fingers tapping the hilt of his sword in rhythm with his quickening heartbeat.
Selene's spell shimmered faintly across the clearing, the air thick with magic t ...
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