Broken on the ground after falling from a height, Salim coughs out sand from his mouth. He should be dead, ripped to shreds by the spell he used to summon all the redhawks of the deep black and compel them to fight for him. And if that didn’t kill him, his collision with the ground should have done it. But he isn’t quite human anymore, so he survived. Death might claim him yet. He tries to move, but his limbs are twisted wrongly. He blinks his eyes open, but his spectacles fell off, and the light is unkind to him. An hour passes, perhaps. Then another. He drifts in and out of awareness,
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