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... one. The scent of damp earth and blood lingered in the air, a reminder that I needed a bath.
Blinking, I sat up, my back pressing against the rough bark of the tree. The sky above was bright, maybe around 11 in the morning.
I glanced to the side, Steve was sharpening his sword, his usual lazy expression back in place. North sat nearby, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed, eyes closed, but I could tell she wasn’t fully asleep.
"How long was I out?" My voice came o ...
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