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- With too much momentum behind his lunge, the conscriptor plowed into Jason, and the pair tumbled wildly down the slope, coming to a rest at the fringe of the skirmish. Head swimming, Jason tasted brush and dirt. Blood trickled from his nostrils.
- Disoriented from the fall, Jason rose to his knees, eyes darting to locate the sword he had dropped
- Chapter 10
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