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... now dissolving into a shimmering illusion, was a hulking, black-armored figure.
The real Ragnar Vhagar.
His trap had not just been for my army.
It had been for her.
The ruse was revealed. The hunter had become the hunted.
And my last, desperate hope was now caught, alone, in the center of the enemy’s web.
The world, which had been a blinding, searing white, slowly bled back into shades of gray and brown.
I blinked, spots dancing in my visio ...
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