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... ounced, chucking more firewood onto their already massive bonfire.
They’d set up on a steep hill overlooking the village and beach, high enough that even Grace—who was getting seriously paranoid about water—felt safe. Night was falling, and Diana had gone full psycho with her self-appointed bodyguard role. She’d already circled their camp fifteen times, sword drawn, eyeing every shadow like it might grow tentacles and grab her ass.
"You can’t kill water," Grace pointed out.
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