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... Ren were enough to make a weaker woman lose her lunch. Syris and Viper were decimating the pile of raw fish with the efficiency of industrial trash compactors. No cooking, no seasoning, just straight-up protein loading.
Ren sat by the crackling fire, her knees pulled to her chest, vigorously rubbing her arms to generate friction. The fire was warm, but the anxiety in her gut was ice cold.
She popped another Electric Blueberry into her mouth.
Zap.
Her tongue tingle ...
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