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... the newcomer’s voice cut through the eerie silence of the battlefield.
"Do you mind if I crash your party?"
Miles twisted, his breath catching as he caught sight of a figure standing atop a pile of jagged wreckage, the silhouette framed against the fog. A man, or at least something close to one.
He was tall and lean, his frame wrapped in a long, tattered coat that fluttered in the wind. His messy brown hair was streaked with white strands, and a single, piercing silver e ...
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