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... nt, as if it belonged to someone dreaming out loud rather than a man sitting upright in a candlelit room. He was shirtless, ribs still bandaged, a sheen of sweat on his chest despite the cool night air. His hand trembled slightly as it gripped the edge of the cot.
Camille, seated across from him with a shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, tilted her head. "Humming?"
"In the clearing. When I found you," he said. "I couldn’t place it at first. It was familiar, but wrong. Too ...
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