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... rk night. Xion rubbed his hands in a vain attempt to warm his cold hands.
The chill seeped deep into his bones. He shivered, his teeth faintly chattering. He did not expect the night to go this cold.
He glanced longingly at the campfire in the center of the clearing. Its golden glow danced across the surrounding busy figures and cast floaty shadows over the surface of the tents.
He remained where he was, sitting against the trunk of the same big tree, and looking at the c ...
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