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... his own teeth from shivering. His tongue fumbled at the roots of his molars just to be sure.
The bunk above was empty, Tavren already up in the dark, leaving only the ghost of his feet, bruised half-moons pressed in frost on the planks, by way of greeting.
Soren traced them with a finger, then levered himself upright, bones popping one after the other like an untuned instrument.
He expected the voice. Wanted it, even: a brittle echo in his skull, some dry admonition or s ...
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