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... where nearby, a small bonfire let out pops and hisses, casting shadows across the jagged walls.
He lay on his back beside the fire, with his head resting on a "pillow" that was basically a wad of grass mashed together. It was crude, but a lot more comfortable than hard stone. Natasha had tried hard.
What he couldn’t wrap his head around was the state of his body. Why was he lying half-naked on a bunch of grass? What did Natasha do with his shirt?
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