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... s shoulder stayed wedged against the rack. My knife held the bad catch on the flat. Marrow braced the leaning gate like carved furniture. Hollow perched on the pipe, head tilted toward the sound.
"Decision," Cael said, voice low.
"Hold the rack," I answered. "If it dumps, Refuge turns into thorns."
He nodded once. We didn’t have a hand to spare for heroics. Good. I prefer work.
The thing in the hall took one step. A flat scrape, not claws. Another step. The dark p ...
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