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... y of the sixth mountain when Dália turned, staggering, back to the battlefield.
She was dragging her feet.
Her left arm dripped with blood.
Her face, once pale like porcelain, now bore a sickly, almost bluish white hue.
Her legs trembled. The air refused to enter her lungs, as if the world around her were a thick liquid and her nostrils too narrow a capillary to absorb it.
Her heart pounded, erratic and fast—not from adrenaline, but from circulatory imbala ...
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