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They moved on, heading for the next village. There always seemed to be another village. When they finally stopped for the night, Sartes wandered from the road a little way. He spun at the sound of footsteps behind him, padding across the meadow grass, his hand already going to his sword.
He relaxed when he saw it was Leyana, although her presence brought nerves of a very different kind.
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