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... red. "Wake up."
I was awake before she finished the name. The soldier’s habit: zero to ready in a breath.
I sat up. The tent was dark, lit only by the dying glow of the heat stones in the stove. The air was frigid; the copper wire warmth kept the floor from freezing, but the air above it bit at my nose.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Movement," she said. "Marrow is growling. Low. He hasn’t stopped."
I grabbed my boots. I didn’t bother with laces; I shoved my feet ...
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