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... rhythm someone might use to calm a heartbeat. Rythe sat cross-legged, watching the treeline like it owed her an answer. Derran leaned on his bad leg like it didn’t bother him.
Lindarion waited three minutes.
Long enough for someone to speak.
No one did.
He turned back toward the ravine mouth.
"Gear up," he said. "We move."
Kael gave a low grunt. Not resistance. Just acknowledgment.
Stitch packed his vials without comment. Mekir rose withou ...
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