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... h to pass for spent. The stone pressed cold through his back as he was dragged along, boots scraping, hands careless with his weight. He counted those sounds, measured the pull, the rhythm of movement, and stored them away.
Ahead of him, Seris walked first.
Her hands were laced behind her head, elbows angled outward in forced compliance. Her posture stayed upright, chin level, the line of her shoulders unbroken. That alone told him more than words would have. She was playing alon ...
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