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THE NIGHT BEFORE BATTLE
Oen found Avva curled around Eva in their makeshift bunk, the child's breath shallow and quick. The air smelled of antiseptic and fear.
"We'll get through this," Oen whispered, his calloused hand resting on Avva's shoulder.
She leaned into his touch—a fleeting warmth…
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