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... song in his ears.
The fire had died sometime in the night, leaving nothing but a circle of cold cinders where warmth had been. He pushed himself upright, joints protesting after a night on the hard ground, and looked around at the sleeping forms of his companions. The gold in his veins felt sluggish, reluctant to warm with the dawn as it usually did.
Something was wrong.
He tilted his head, listening for the familiar sounds of morning, rustling leaves, chirping insects, t ...
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