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... wn light seeped through the inn’s grime-caked window, painting Kael’s silhouette in shades of ash.
He sat at the room’s lone table, the air smelled sharp, metallic—the scent of preparation.
"You ever sleep?" Lira croaked, squinting at the dark circles beneath his eyes. She tossed aside the moth-eaten blanket, her boots hitting the floor with a thud.
"Or is being robotic just your aesthetic?"
Kael didn’t look up. "You said the caravans leave at first light."
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