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... e mouth of the cave, painting the rough stone walls in muted shades of orange and gold. The fire still burned softly at the entrance, embers crackling lazily, their warmth casting a soft glow across Bruce’s resting form.
He was asleep, or at least he had been.
His brow furrowed. His fingers twitched.
Something felt wrong.
It wasn’t the smoke or the heat from the fire, it was something else. A chill, an instinctive unease clawing at the edges of his consciousness. ...
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