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... on between them and everything else.
They passed the corner where someone had hung a charm above their door, a crooked bundle of sage and black string, scorched at the edge. Leftover fear disguised as tradition.
Lindarion's boots struck the frost in slow, even beats. His shoulders ached again. Not from fighting. From holding back.
Ren didn't look at him. Not directly. But she glanced just once, when they turned the path behind the inn, where the snow thinned and the outer ...
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