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Chapter 31: Before the Sun

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Inside the room, the air was warmer. The curtains were drawn, shadows spilling across the bed and walls. Zogo shut the door behind them, the faint click sounding far louder than it should have.

Amara moved to set her bag down on the small table, fingers lingering on the worn strap.

“I suppose you’re taking the floor?” she asked lightly.

“Not unless you really want me to,” he murmured.

Her lips curved faintly, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed, reaching to unlace her boots. Zogo took the chair beside her, close enough that his knee brushed hers.

They stayed like that for a while both too tired to move, yet unwilling to let the silence swallow them.

“How long do you think she has before the poison adapts?” she asked softly.

He exhaled, gaze dropping to his hands.

“Dr. Rafael thinks we have a few days at most. Maybe less.”

Her throat tightened. “Then we’ll need to test every alternative we can before…” She stopped, unwilling to voice the end of that sentence.
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