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... t. Rhett lay on his back in the tented corner of the Syndicate encampment, eyes fixed on the canopy above. The sounds of strategy murmurs, sharpened blades, and weary howls filled the valley beyond, yet his body ached for something deeper, something forgotten.
Sleep clawed at his mind, dragging him down like a tide.
His last thought before it took him was of Camille, her silences, the fire in her eyes, and the torment behind them.
Then the forest rose around him.
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