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... gray, cloaked in thick clouds and a low-hanging fog that drifted over the deadlands. No birds sang. No sunlight pierced through. Only the shift in temperature marked the passing of time the cold that had once merely chilled now bit deeper, and the still fog began to stir like the breath of a giant waking from a long slumber.
Inside the main tent, Sylvia opened her eyes slowly. Silence still reigned within the room, broken only by the soft rustle of cloth as she moved. In her arms, Sofia ...
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