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... icinal tang of alchemical antiseptic. It was a smell I knew from field hospitals in another life—the scent of survival, which is always just a little bit uglier than the scent of victory.
I sat on a folding stool, my breath still misting in the air despite the braziers glowing in the corners. A medic with tired eyes and quick hands was wrapping my wrist. It wasn’t broken, just badly sprained from the torque of the sled when the avalanche hit. She smeared a cooling blue gel over the joint ...
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