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Not running.
Not sprinting.
Speed-walking.
Which somehow made it worse.
Her boots crunched against the frozen ground with sharp, clipped steps, the sound echoing across the ruined battlefield. Shattered ice glimmered underfoot, fractured plains stretching out where a living mountain had just collapsed.
The air was still painfully cold, my breath fogging with every shallow inhale, my body screaming in delayed protest from everything I’d just done. ...
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