“Moric.” He stumbled forward, still panting heavily, his uniform rumpled. “The—the Verin—” I stopped breathing. My heart gave a mighty, sickly thump in my chest, then began to race. I couldn’t move, frozen in place, clutching Jugs’ hand tightly as I croaked, “What?” Had one of the soldiers returned with news? Was Lyri—Was he— “He’s—” Nanimir cut himself off with another weak cough, making me want to shake the answer out of him. “He’s outside.”
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