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... > Roses.
The scent drifted up from nowhere, thick and cloying, unwelcome in the dawn air. Ember jolted awake, heart racing, lungs tight. Her fingers clutched the hilt of her dagger before she realized she wasn’t under attack.
Not physically.
She glanced toward the others. Ash sat cross-legged by the dying campfire, tracing sigils in the dirt with the end of a charred stick. Eila dozed nearby, wrapped in a rough wool blanket, her journal clasped to her chest like a lifelin ...
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