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... > The bark scraped her palms. The wind cut across the canopy. She moved carefully, calculating every shift of weight. One wrong sound, one snapped branch, and the entire stronghold would wake. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
She was grateful Sandro wasn’t fragile.
The boy climbed behind her with the ease of someone who had grown up hanging in branches. He was faster than most grown men she’d trained with. Light. Precise. Silent.
When she told him to cling to her back and l ...
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