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... plain. The air still shimmered with the heat stored in the ground, but a sharp chill had begun gnawing at the edges of the darkness.
Around the fire Marisse had lit — a small pile of dry branches crackling softly — the group moved in a quiet choreography. Jonas, his face etched by the dancing shadows, was indeed pulling a blackened, dented pot from a patched-up chest at the back of the cart.
That’s when Maggie pounced. Her movement was so sudden, so feline, that Jonas flinched, n ...
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