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... of a tent, tied up so tightly it was as if every limb was tangled in a particularly unforgiving vine.
There was not a single flicker of light that dared to intrude on the darkness. She couldn't see a thing, but she reckoned it was probably midnight—the witching hour—as a chill bit through the tent's entrance.
With it, a breath of icy wind seemed to slide right under her skin.
Hunger clawed at her stomach, her body worn and withered from the pitiful scraps the Peliotus Tr ...
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