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... rapped in soft fog that clung to the pine branches.
Moreau woke early, dressed in silence, and began folding the few belongings he had gathered during his time in exile.
A shirt, well-worn but clean.
A flask, dented from travel.
A small carved wooden figure of a standing man a gift from Tomas.
He rolled them in a cloth and fastened the bundle with a strip of twine.
Carmen waited near the edge of the clearing.
She held a satchel made from fl ...
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