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... il hemmed in by jagged rocks and gnarled trees. The MRAP rumbled forward, its reinforced frame bouncing gently with each uneven dip in the path. Dust curled in the vehicle’s wake, hanging in the still afternoon air like smoke. Inigo sat behind the wheel, eyes scanning the terrain ahead while the others sat in quiet alertness.
Korrik, ever watchful, muttered, "Too quiet."
Arienne opened her eyes from meditation. "There’s something in the air. I feel interference... magical. Distor ...
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