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... pper lingering on his tongue. For a heartbeat, his eyes were still filled with the image of the Capital’s training grounds, gold-drenched, humming with the laughter of a boy who no longer existed. It was a hell of a thing, waking up. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird, frantic and bruising, trying to shake the memory of a dead friendship out of his head.
He lay there, flat on his back, eyes boring into the dark, peaked canvas of the tent. He was irritated. No, he was ...
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