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... like bells had been ringing inside it. Her tongue felt like lead. Her body ached all over. Little by little, she pulled herself up and found that the sky above was turning to twilight. There was a campfire where the last of the firewood was burning.
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Ronald was cooking stew on it, stirring a ladle in one of his pots. He looked up. "Relma, you're awake. Thank Barden."
"Unfortunately," said Relma with a wince. "What happened?"
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