B’hoc Lunan returned knife to belt, smoothed her coat back over it.
“The rain is easing,” she said, looking upward. “Asticalys, too. We rest a bit, then press on. We have a way to go.”
B’hoc Lunan returned knife to belt, smoothed her coat back over it.
“The rain is easing,” she said, looking upward. “Asticalys, too. We rest a bit, then press on. We have a way to go.”
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