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... her.
No weight on her back. No tug at her shoulder blades. Her hair lifted off her cheek like it was underwater, and the blanket beneath her had a dip in it that didn’t actually touch her. The medical tent was dim and warm: a low kettle, the generator’s hum stitching through everything.
"Easy." Raizen’s voice, close. He was sitting on a crate beside her, elbows on his knees, a tin cup in his hands he hadn’t remembered to drink from. "Don’t rush anything."
She turned her ...
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