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Dawn hasn’t yet broken when Garrett’s knock rattles our door, his weathered voice cutting through the last wisps of uneasy sleep. “Time to move. Mountain weather waits for no one.”
I groan and push myself upright from where I’ve been half-curled on a bed that’s several feet too short for my frame. Every muscle protests the awkward sleeping position, my neck being especially vocal about its complaints. Beside me, Thessarian is already moving with the silent efficiency of someone whose ranger training makes early mornings second nature.
“Did you sleep at all?” she asks quietly, her keen eyes studying my face in the pre-dawn darkness.
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