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Warrior's pledgeIt was way after midnight on a dark and moonless night, where the dank humidity smelled foul and felt suffocating, like a thin, sticky coating against her skin and the mosquitos were active, buzzing around her ears like relentless daemons. They were out for her blood, they like so many others, still to Penthesileia, they were among the more harmless ones. Harmless but ever so annoying, she thought as she slapped her chin, where one of the little bastards had sat down to feed. No, that talkative Euphyrion's salve didn't help as he had promised they would. If she ever saw the little fraud again, she would cut off his ears. Or perhaps somethingMore Like This
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