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... e air thicker. Roots clawed through the soil, and the near-opaque canopy above only let the sunlight drip down in fractured shafts that were few and far between.
Even Gerard, who had marched like a mountain on legs, slowed his pace. Arthur’s bow was already in his hands, an arrow nocked loosely against the string, as his head swiveled constantly, searching. Freya did not speak, but her hands rested on the handles of her swords, ready to draw them at the slightest hint of danger.
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