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Firian
The first thing Firian knew after losing consciousness was walking slowly down a hallway. Everything ached. His body was a bruise. At first it felt like dreaming, a nightmare, but the details were too real, crawling over him like insects.
The stiffness and sheen of his pant leg crusted with dried blood. The scuffling of feet as more Tanyu behind him took away bodies. The sweat that beaded in his eyebrow and dripped into his eye. The pulsing headache that made him acutely, terrifyingly aware of each blood vessel in his skull.
How did I get here?
Stone walls passed by in a blur. Hands stronger than his own gripped his elbows on both sides, guiding him forward.
His head weighed almost too much to turn. The effort made him squint. On one side, Master Ardal, with blood plasterin
