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Patina – Chapter 91
Peace was such a strange thing. At every moment, Sadja felt her body twitch with the urge to run, to hide, to find some place deep and dark to take refuge. She was used to experiments, then running through the cursed wilderness, monsters biting down her arms and fighting for her life against the woman…
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Patina – Chapter 90
Going back to welding made him feel weird. He was still somewhat good at it – Arguta did spend a good month teaching him, back when Old Man Salix was still a good head taller than him, and it was still as relaxing as ever. In a way, it reminded him of cruoromancy, just with…
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Patina – Chapter 89
Incredibly, Sadja couldn’t sleep. Maybe she didn’t really want to – she’d miss the amazing feeling of an actual bed. To anyone else, her current station would have not seemed anything special: she lay on a wide mattress, covered in three layers of thick blankets, but that was it. The fabric was coarse and they…
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Patina – Chapter 88
Sadja shifted on his back. He turned his face to look at her. “Welcome back. Feeling better?” “Hungry.” “We’ll get you something to eat soon enough. We just need to put some distance between us and…” At those words she stiffened. He shifted so her weight was better distributed on his back. The father carried…
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Patina – Chapter 87
The Hunter pulled Sadja back. What she did was impressive, but he doubted it had been just enough to down Mastra Verna. “You have been great,” he soothed her, passing his hands over her wound. Her skin healed and the wound closed, cruoromancy listening to his expertise as much as Sadja’s body. “Now please stay…
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Patina – Chapter 86
Elissa groaned, walking through the snow. Was it still her body? She was not sure. Around her two rows of Eerie and Fae stood upright, waiting for her to pass, like she was a one-woman parade. If she had still the heart to worry about them, it was used to think about Sadja anyway. She…
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Patina – Chapter 85
Sadja looked at her twitching hand, at the her chafed nails. She had touched her. She had scratched her! She had wounded her! She turned to look at the woman who had raised her, who had taken her out of her capsule, who had knotted her memories and her thoughts into convoluted knots and who…
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Patina – Chapter 84
The Hunter had become quite close with pain in the last six years. Compared to the stuff he’d been through since Lenora’s turn and the fall of Belacqua, all the training and fighting he had seen before was a slap on the cheek. Still, getting skewered by a pine tree was quite high on the…
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Patina – Chapter 83
Sadja slumped down the tree. Her forces ebbed from her scraped body, slipping down her arms and legs like so many drops of her argent blood. The only thing that mattered in this whole conundrum in the way. She was so tired. Sounds of screams and explosions reached her, which only made her ears twitch.…
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Patina – Chapter 82
Sadja lay stricken amidst the ruins of her thoughts. What else was there to do for her? She’d just lay there like a good girl, and wait for the tiles to turn into their allotted place. They would be given tasks and they would complete them, as it was supposed to be. A world that…
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