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... tter sting of cold against his skin. The fire had long since died, its last embers buried beneath the ash, leaving only the faint warmth of the coals beneath the charred wood. The stiff fabric clung to his skin, still carrying the scent of blood, dirt, and sweat, but it was better than the damp chill that had nearly frozen him the night before.
Amukelo pushed himself upright, groaning as the sharp aches in his body reminded him of the toll his journey had taken. Every movement sent a dul ...
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