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... fare. No welcome. Just the stares. From the soldiers, stuck on the edge of sleep, who saw our group advancing like a vision from a nightmare.
Kal walked at the front, his cracked shield strapped to his back. Irla was supported by Alik and Roud. And I was carrying Althéa.
Her body was light. Too warm. Too silent. But alive.
Her arms were wrapped around my neck, her legs bent against my waist. I could still feel the sweat on her neck, the tremors she was holding in, the exh ...
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