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Soren woke jammed in the elbow of an upper bunk, mouth dry, stringy hair stuck to the frost lining the stone wall. Someone, Tavren, probably, had ratcheted his blanket down to half-mast, and the extra cold drove the air right through the threadbare tunic he’d kept on out of habit.
He flexed his fingers. They hurt less than yesterday, but not by much.
Below, the bunkhouse filled up with light in slow pulses, blue first, then gray shot with brown where the dawn spille ...
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