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... l, gray gloom. Mist rolled through the cracks in the walls, crawling over tents and guard towers. The soldiers blamed humidity, the weather, the nearby forests. No one gave it real thought.
But for the five Penitents, it was the sign.
The air felt still. Expectant.
Inside Tent 3-C, Matias sat on the edge of his cot, watching the canvas flap sway in the breeze. His stump-hand was wrapped in fresh gauze. His real hand gripped the small bone dagger he'd hidden inside a boot ...
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