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... aste like death anymore.
It tasted like breakfast.
Hope, or whatever.
The outcasts weren’t moping anymore.
They were looking at me.
Their eyes weren’t empty.
They were waiting.
Like they expected me to drop a quest marker on their heads.
Yael was sharpening some scavenged knife on a rock.
The scrape, scrape, scrape sound was setting my teeth on edge.
She looked up, her amethyst eyes unreadable.
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