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Drizzle hung in the air, seeping through Paskia’s clothing. She shuddered. All around was decay, and she spied the remains of an animal in the undergrowth, its stink catching in the back of her throat.
She was no longer trapped by those grey walls. She was free.
“You okay?” Cali whispered from the corner of her mouth.
“Never better.” She kept her own voice quiet, spoke without moving her lips—just as Cali had told her. And she trod where Cali trod, followed her every move like a shadow.
“At least the weather gives us a bit of cover. Still need to be careful, though.”
“Sure.”
It wasn’t like Cali hadn’t mentioned this already, about fifty times. She seemed nervous, not for herself but for Paskia, and they were moving so slowly. Of course they had to be careful, but even t
