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... onlight barely reached, a figure dragged himself through the mud and leaves.
Heavy breathing filled the night air. Calvert’s face was a mess—smudged with dirt, tears, and dried snot. His clothes were torn, his skin scratched and bruised.
He gasped and stumbled behind a fallen log, pressing himself flat against the ground. His heart pounded like a drum against his ribs.
"I... I shouldn’t have offended her..." he whispered, voice trembling with regret. "Aurora... what kind ...
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