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  • Crimson Night-Dawning of war

    All around him, the misty darkness swirled. Nathan stood completely still, not daring himself to breathe. His heart hammered so quickly and hard in his chest, he wondered how it ...

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Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory.
— Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)