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... sleep and rolled toward the wall, claws twitching like he was chasing something in his dreams.
’Hopefully not a child this time.’
Lindarion shuffled toward the small wash basin. Splash. Cold water. Regret. That about summed it up.
He dressed in silence. His coat was stiffer now, too many nights of wind and cave-walls and not enough laundering spells. He pulled the strap of his pack over one shoulder. It still bit into the same cursed spot.
Naturally.
He lo ...
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