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... " by the loose definition of not dying immediately.
Isabella adjusted Glimora carefully in her arms and started walking uphill, every step echoing off the mountain walls like the universe was keeping score. The air was thin, cold, and smelled faintly of moss and mineral dust. Her breath came out in pale clouds.
"This isn’t so bad," she muttered, chin high, pretending she didn’t already feel her calves tighten.
Bubu’s screen hovered beside her like an overly smug firefly. ...
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