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I looked down at the bleeding young woman lying on the floor.

Her eyes were vacant and glassy, but her gaze was filled with something - a fire that would not go out.

I reached for her. 

A child of Seaner, but a warrior to her dying breath. 

I felt a soft heartbeat beneath my hand. 

How was she still brathing?

I carried her. I carried her as far away from this place as I could.

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