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... acks of the hut’s ceiling and stabbing at his eyes. Grief and Yennefer were already awake, seated cross-legged, sipping from clay cups. The steam rising from the brew carried a sour, earthy stench.
Stephan wrinkled his nose. "What time is it?"
"They don’t have clocks here," Yennefer said, her voice dripping with amusement.
"Of course they don’t," Stephan muttered, dragging himself upright. He picked up his black shirt, sniffed, and grimaced. The fabric reeked of sweat and ...
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