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... l cut off. Footfall that was not theirs.
He stopped and set Walter down on a mossy log, gentle as he could manage.
Walter blinked at him, confused, cheeks red from the march.
Alaric kept his bow low but ready, eyes cutting through ferns and shadow.
Joji listened again. Only wind in needles. Only the creek muttering. Still, the plan felt too clean.
"What costumes do you think are best for us to survive?" Joji asked, gaze sliding to Alaric.
"Alligato ...
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