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... ow silent, dirty, hunched under the weight of pickaxes and orders. Her gaze lingered, as always, on one in particular. Deamon, covered in dust, sweat on his brow, still carried himself like someone who didn't belong there. Because he didn't.
Two days had passed since they arrived. Two days of digging, shouting, and pretending.
She hated every second of it.
"Still staring at lover boy?" a voice drawled beside her.
Nyxtriel didn't flinch. "Rhea."
"You really ...
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