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... ed into his hands. It was still warm, smoky, the juices running down his palm, but his attention wasn’t on the taste. His eyes wandered instead, scanning the cavern around them.
Families huddled together over bowls of thin stew, children clutching at worn blankets, men and women speaking in hushed tones. Their faces carried the same mixture of weariness and relief -- as though survival itself was a fragile privilege.
The princess’ words lingered in his ears. The villagers believe ...
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