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Chapter 4Arc 7: : The Devils We Know
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... senses returned to me I ripped my arm away and took a step back.
“Vicar.” My voice came out as a low growl, full of anger and hostility. My hand tightened on the rondel at my belt, on the verge of drawing it.
Kross stared at me warily. He looked terrible, his eyes sunken into deep hollows and ringed in bruised skin. His gray cloak — I hadn’t noted the color with all the snow and mud on it — looked tattered and worn. He still wore the fine plate armor I’d always seen him in, but ...
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