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... they moved with the heightened awareness of those who had survived too much to ever truly relax.
Thorin’s beard was matted with dust from the trail, Nik’s usually impeccable clothes hung in tatters, and Renna’s knuckles remained white around her peace-tied spear.
Even Cale, typically impossible to read, kept his eyes moving constantly, cataloging every potential threat.
A guard’s gaze lingered on them a moment too long. Apollo felt rather than saw Lyra stiffen beside him ...
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