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... d cookfires. The elves within were tired and worn, wearing scraps and old, faded cloaks. A few children ran and scurried between tents and around weary adults, earning glares and sharp rebukes, but most just curled up against canvas tents, staring listlessly at the ground.
I braced myself for the stares, glares, and fear that came whenever I went anywhere with Fable, but they never came. The most we drew were a few weary looks, but as soon as it became clear we weren’t stopping or engagi ...
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