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Lindarion adjusted the coat. The sleeves were too long. The fabric scratched his neck.
The man gestured to a shed at the edge of the village. "Tools, grain, spare rope. If you need anything, ask."
"I won't."
"You will."
They stopped near the well. The bucket creaked slightly on the wind.
The woman turned to face him. Her arms were folded, but not tight. Just settled.
"You still planning to leave?"
Lindarion watched a c ...
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