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The rented airboat cut through the thick fog.
Laila’s map was detailed, but the swamp was a living thing, constantly shifting. Julian kept one hand on the controls and the other arm securely around my waist, his scent a protective shield.
“Do you feel that?” I asked quietly.
“What?”
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