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one of the — "oh!" lestan cried in sudden understanding, and then worry. "where was she? what did she say to you?" his eyes flicked frantically over her for wounds; he saw none, but this did not calm him.
his heart raced. "we're protected here. how is kvarsheim?" lestan asked, swallowing and thinking of those teeth coming from the dark, reaching, reaching for reverie.