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... and a deep bruised purple.
The air was cold, and Dante’s breath, the only sound in the bushes... plumed in front of his face in white clouds.
He was a nervous wreck.
Beside him, Shivvy was a full of pure terror. She was huddled so low she was almost part of the forest floor, her knees drawn to her chest.
In one hand, she clutched the half-eaten core of her apple, a talisman of a kinder, simpler time (an hour ago).
Her other hand was clamped over her mouth ...
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