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... oth scorched his tongue—sharp with hemlock. He collapsed, convulsing, as Reinhardt laughed.
"Lesson one, boy: trust no one."
He awoke hours later to Sylvie dabbing his forehead with a damp cloth. Her hair fell around him like a curtain, shutting out the world.
"Why do you stay?" he croaked.
She smiled, her calloused hand warm against his.
"Someone's gotta keep you alive."
And for a year, she did—sneaking him bread, stitching his wounds, laughing wh ...
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