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... o the thin, lumpy pillow.
Jian had relieved me from the first watch at exactly two in the morning.
The guy had swaggered up to the dark basin entrance with his sword already drawn, looking like he fully expected to duel the shadows themselves. I, on the other hand, had stumbled upstairs, found an empty bunk, and immediately passed out.
"It’s barely six," I grumbled, squinting up at the stoic archer standing at the foot of my bed.
"Breakfast," Toris stated flatly. ...
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