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Amber torchlight flashed in one set of eyes, then another, and another. The new moon left details vague, liminal shapes and edges. They looked like men.
Andromache smelled their exhalations of dust and rot from a distance. They were not men. The creatures clung to the jagged sides of the ravine all around.
Quynh loosed an arrow, lodging in one of the creature's eyes. Its head whipped back, but it didn't fall. The creak of bone set Andromache's teeth on edge as it slowly righted itself.
“You and me,” Quynh said softly.
“Until the end,” Andromache echoed, hefting her axe.
