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... aps. Ancient oaks twisted overhead, their branches so dense that even midday sun barely penetrated. The path was narrow, roots erupting from packed earth like gnarled fingers reaching up from below.
Marron had been walking for three hours since leaving Marcus’s estate. Her legs burned. Her chest ached. And the Blade—locked in its reinforced box, strapped to the food cart, wrapped in layers of leather and cloth—hummed with increasing urgency.
Closer. Getting closer. So close now. ...
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