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... rhythmically against the dirt road as we put distance between ourselves and Thunoa Village. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across our path, the golden light filtering through the dense foliage lining the roadside. Philip’s sudden voice cut through the comfortable silence like a knife.
"A, R," he began, his fingers tightening around the wagon’s edge. His knuckles whitened slightly. "I need you to trust me now. Let me properly introduce myself." ...
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