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... ick, smelling of damp canvas, old maps, and the metallic tang of sharpened steel. The flickering light of the oil lamps cast long, dancing shadows against the walls, mimicking the turmoil brewing within the clan.
Amelia blinked, her mind momentarily stalling as she processed the Chieftess’s sudden declaration. She had expected orders regarding the perimeter defenses, or perhaps a reallocation of rations. She had not expected this.
"I’d love to, Chieftess Raven," Amelia replied, h ...
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