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At Melita’s command, Loren nodded. Still, as he turned to run, he heard her quiet whisper. ”You’re welcome. But don’t thank me yet, not until you’re cured.” Then she could provide all the gratitude she wanted, though he’d wave it away as completely unnecessary. Then he was off, running as fast as his legs could carry him before the blight reasserted itself, trying to get out the range of her bow and her fury.A beggar's book
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