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... feeling…' Oscar rose and let go of Avril's hand, his palm sweaty. The summer breeze of the grasslands, filled with the fresh earthy scent, failed to soothe the unsettling discomfort itching his chest. Something was amiss. Glancing down, he stroked Avril's sleeping face and apologized as he got off the fur pelts and exited the barely intact lodgings, leaving her alone. Everyone passing by regarded him with looks of respect, a slight bow or nod here and there. Some hurried toward him, but he waved ...
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