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Martel did not know Eleanor could track. Not to this extent, at least. He could spot a footprint and see where it led, of course, and if he saw another, he knew to follow it as well. Eleanor read broken branches and disturbed grass, which to Martel simply looked like any other part of the undergrowth. "Where did you learn this?"

"My father took me hunting when I was a child. He had no sons to teach, after all. And in my first year as an acolyte, we went on a trip out of M ...

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