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... [Gale’s POV]
My eyes opened. I was lying on my back. The surface beneath me was unnaturally soft and cool, yielding like a bed of moss, and the air carried the clean, green scent of damp earth and crushed clover after a spring rain. Above, the sky was a perfect, cloudless cerulean, so vivid and intense it felt painted on, devoid of the subtle gradients of a real dawn.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, the blades of grass cool and slightly damp against my palms. And then ...
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