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Andrew's weight pressed heavily on my shoulders, his blood seeping through my clothes, warm and sticky against my skin.
Every step I took sank deeper into the forest floor.
The smell of iron lingered in the air.
War had already begun.
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Then—
A shift.
A flicker.
A mistake.
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Someone moved behind her.
Too fast.
Too quiet.
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"Blades—!"
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But she was faster.
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She spun, sharp as instinct, her body moving before thought could catch up. The attacker barely had time to react before she disarmed him—clean, efficient, merciless.
A blink.
A breath.
A body dropped.
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But something was wrong.
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She stood there for a second too long.
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"I'm fine," she said quickly.
Too quickly.
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I watched her.
Really watched her.
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Her shoulders were tense.
Her breathing—slightly uneven.
And then I saw it.
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Blood.
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Dark.
Spreading.
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"You're not fine," I muttered.
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She didn't answer.
Just gave me that same stubborn look.
The one that said don't make a big deal out of this.
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