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... fucking believe it,” Dove breathed.
Tyron swayed on his feet and blinked owlishly. Now that the goal was close, the frenetic energy that had possessed him for the past week was beginning to fade. Already, he could feel a headache blooming in his temples, and the dryness of his mouth and eyes was gradually becoming a major issue.
“Souls are… weird,” he said slowly, before he turned and began to rummage through his pack. He needed food, water and roughly eighteen hours of sleep. ...
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