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Sartaq ran a hand down her matted hair. “You know what victory means, don’t you?” Nesryn lifted her head, brows narrowing. Behind them, Salkhi patiently stood while the healer’s magic soothed over his eye. “A good night’s rest, I hope,” she said.
Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)
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