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CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER FIVE Twilight is breaking by the time we make it back to the fort. Up ahead I see a group of guards who must have returned from guard duty before us sitting around a bonfire, chatting away without a care in the world. They begin whispering when they notice us trudging wearily toward them. A tall, lanky man with a goatee comes up to us. “What happened to you lot?” he says, smirking. “A breach,” Molly explains. Immediately, the man’s expression changes. “What do you mean?” “We were attacked,” Ryan adds. “By a group of crazies.” The rest of the group begins to take notice of the conversation. They stand up from their positions around the bonfire and come over, listening intently, looks of concern on their faces. “Did anyone get hurt?” the man with the goatee asks. Ryan shakes
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