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... nse of fragile peace. It won’t always stay calm, he reminded himself.
New threats will arise. But for now, at least, we’ve survived.
A warm breeze swept over the camp, causing battered leaves to rustle in a comforting lullaby.
Unbidden, Luke remembered that brief, traitorous notion about possibly "doing something" while Hazel and Elias slept. He let out an awkward laugh at himself.
"Maybe I’m more tired than I realized," he murmured. He was no saint, but he had hi ...
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