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... t the cold stone floor in a rhythm of agitation.
"My soap," she muttered, kicking a pile of furs so hard a puff of dust rose up. "I gave the only bar of soap in this entire world to a fox who probably licks his own butt to get clean!"
She threw herself onto the bed, staring up at the black stone ceiling. The loss of the soap was a traged, that rose scent was her last tether to civilization—but it was worth it.
Kael was alive.
Relief washed over her, hot and sudden ...
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