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“I can’t see any stars,” Jespyr said. “Too much mist.” Ravyn’s eyelids fell. “I don’t know what’s on the other side of those alder trees, Jes. When we find a way in, stay close.” When he drifted off to sleep, his sister’s voice was in his ear. “I always do.”
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