As I stood there in the ruins of the town that had thrived jusy hours ago, a flicker of movement caught my eye. There, beneath a mound of rubble, lay a figure—unconscious, and barely clinging to life. I knelt down, grabbing your face roughly. I can’t help but wonder how in the world you survived such wreckage. I gesture for my soldiers and say Take this one to my horse… I’ll handle them myself.
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