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... across his lashes.
Outside, soft, hurried steps beat the mud as those in charge hurried past, faces flushed without a skin of wine to blame.
Spirit arrays hummed through the camp, blunt old patterns trusted to carry men and not much else.
"Fay. Up. Boat’s boarding."
"So soon?"
Fay, buried under Froy’s drab, reached up to straighten his borrowed mask of a man without being asked, then dug out rations and pressed a strip of dried meat into Radeon’s hand.
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