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Chapter Forty-Seven

When I awoke, I knew it was still nighttime, though that was subjective depending on who you asked. Regardless, I’d caught sight of Saint’s shifted form on the periphery of my field of vision, telling me it was probably the middle of the night.

It was impossible to know what the sky looked like outside of this cavern that we’d entombed ourselves within, but I noticed the fire was banked low as if it had been burning for several hours unattended, giving me something to reference the passing of time by.

Irrespective, I was aware the chill in the air wasn’t what had brought me back to the land of the living, and I huddled down further in the downy blankets as I scanned my surroundings with the senses I had at my disposal.

The muffled conversation I could now hear coming from near the entrance to our haven was the likely culprit, but I remained fixed in place as the low voices continued, hoping they would go on if I didn’t draw attention to my change in awareness.

Damn near holding my
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