“Mathias shivered. The forest had pulled so close when they drew near to this hostel, branches twitching. And he couldn’t tell if the feel of branches against his legs had been coincidental or if a tree had reached out to brush against him, taking his measure. At least no one had been yanked from their saddle. But no one looked comfortable. Except Aunia. She merely raised her face to the canopy, eyes wide as if a chorus of faeries danced for only her.”
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