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... as just the two of them now, with the quiet crackle of the fire pit between them. Fena walked over to one of the simple wooden chairs and sat down, her earlier anger replaced by a deep, weary concern.
She gestured to the chair opposite her.
"Sit," she said. Her voice was still commanding, but the edge was gone.
He sat, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on her. "So," he started, "you were saying something about a dying tree."
She l ...
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