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... and smoke, embers from the fires drifting like dying stars. Most people had retreated into tents, voices lowered, the camp pulled inward on itself the way it always did after violence. Like pretending quiet could undo noise.
I crouched near a dented metal pail by the fire pit.
The water inside was pale in the moonlight, skin-slick and trembling when I touched it. I dipped my hands in, sucked in a breath, and lifted the water to my face.
Cold bit hard.
I hissed as ...
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