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... in. Or maybe that was just the leftover dizziness from being carried across camp like a sack of rice with opinions. Zarius set him down way more gently than expected, his hands lingering on Cherion’s elbows just long enough to make sure he didn’t immediately collapse like a newborn deer, before stepping back into the shadows.
Cherion immediately began fussing with his tunic, tugging at the hem and smoothing out non-existent wrinkles with a frantic, bird-like energy. His face was burning, ...
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