The air tasted like smoke. Rosira was frozen. The world spun around her, lost in a sea of bodies and shouts and screams and the screeching sound of metal against metal, arrows piercing flesh, the snap of bones and broken skin. She knew it would be bad. She had always known -- it was, after [...]
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