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Chapter 0125

Chris

The medic tended to my wounds—or at least, whatever minor wounds were left—as the orange light of the fire flickered in the fireplace. Here, finally having returned to the Packhouse, I felt like I could breathe.

The Elders, watching from the sidelines, shifted uncomfortably where they stood.

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