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... unds, pooling beneath his feet. He turned to Zarrek, his one remaining brother.
"...Brother," Khorin rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. His claws twitched as he reached out. "Help me—"
Zarrek's breath hitched.
For a split second, the battlefield disappeared. In its place, memories surged—their childhood, their hunts, the nights spent staring at the moon together.
Khorin had always been the reckless one, always getting into fights that Zarrek had to drag him ...
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