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Une chose était certaine, les morts ne souffraient pas. Encore moins d’un mal de dos cinglant. En un réflexe, elle porta une main à son ventre, là où une cicatrice zébrait sa peau sous les plis du cuir terni, de sa côte de mailles. Elle en était certaine. Quelques instants plus tôt, des heures peut-être, du sang s’épanchait de sa blessure et une douleur sans nom lui lancinait l’abdomen tandis que ses forces l’abandonnaient. Et pourtant, elle vivait alors qu’elle aurait juré avoir été occise.
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Instinctively, she put a hand to her belly, where a scar streaked her skin under the folds of the tarnished leather and her chain mail. She was sure of it. Moments ago, perhaps hours, blood was pouring from her wound and a nameless pain throbbed in her abdomen as her strength failed her. And yet she was living when she could have sworn she had been slain. And somehow, she had survived a horrific fall despite being sore. It was beyond understanding.
This fic is written in french, but I will translate it in english too ! You may find English chapters after the release in french. Chapters with an odd number are written in French and those with an even number are the version translated into English.