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It was always nothing. But one of these times, it might be something. A grimwolf or a bear or a vampire deer or, worse, a man.
Death had seemed certain, and now…he stared at the curly-haired woman. She had saved his life. This woman, who thought hearthfire thoughts and apologized to rocks and got drunk off three cups of brennsa, had saved his life.
