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"Stay still," Kenneth whispered, his hand drifting to the hilt of his short sword.

Kenneth moved with the practiced grace of a man who had spent a decade fighting on uneven ground. He ducked under the swipe of a claw that would have opened his chest and drove his blade upward. The steel, etched with protective runes by the Company’s healer, bit deep. [Filetracker.PL] Robert M. Wegner - OpowieЕ›ci z...

The silence hit him first. Above, the wind howled; below, the mist swallowed sound. He reached the floor of the ravine, his boots crunching on shale. The wagon was a splintered wreck. Nearby, the girl sat huddled against a rock, her eyes wide and silvered with shock. She wasn't crying. In the borderlands, children learned early that crying only drew the wrong kind of attention. "Stay still," Kenneth whispered, his hand drifting to