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Thirty-one
Thirty-one “They’re on their way,” Keelin said. Ryann covered Cathal with the blanket again, and flicked the lantern back to sol. Cathal’s condition was deteriorating. “A Proteus,” Keelin continued, moving into Ryann’s line of sight. “Should be here in about ten minutes.” “That’s fast.” Almost impossible, Ryann thought, especially with the storm. Maybe she should have monitored communications rather than leaving that up to Keelin. But the girl needed something to take her out of the hold-out. She needed a focus. “It’s not coming from Haven. You remember Nyle and Osker?” Ryann did, although she hadn’t given them a thought. They were in a hold-out not too far away—ten minutes flying time, apparently—on some reduced-crew training mission. But that meant they were in the forest. “An
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