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... ike a steady, orderly drizzle.
Silvara sat to Anya’s left, legs folded, arms lightly crossed. She was holding back a smile—her eyes faintly wet, as if from barely contained embarrassment.
Anya stood between them, chest puffed out just a little, as though she were on duty.
Lucas stood at ease, one hand in his pocket, eyes following the stream of water as it washed over the rows of tomato plants.
In the distance, Geralt suddenly ran toward the edge of the field.
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