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... with the certainty that he’d already missed something, that the waking world had collided headlong and left him behind in the splinters.
At his ribs, the familiar bruise conducted a slow symphony of pain; in his hands, the ache had evolved.
Not the dumb throb of impact or the raw grind from endless drills, but a precision-tuned ache, as if someone had sunk a wire through each tendon and now plucked it for the sound.
Tavren was already out. Soren could trace the path of h ...
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