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... sn’t worried about hypothermia anymore. Our clothes hung near the flames, still damp but getting there. Another few hours and we’d be presentable again.
Assuming the Arborist gave us a few hours.
I reached for the knife she’d grabbed from the pedestal, still lying where it had fallen after we’d used it to unlock the doorway. The blade caught the firelight, those silver swirls moving like they were alive. The heartwood of the First Tree, forged into a weapon specifically to kill t ...
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