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Loti translates for the shopkeeper. He nods, seeming to understand, before pulling a stuffed book out of his back pocket and thumbing through it. He shows it to Loti, who nods.

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"Danger. The lions' forces are crippled. The disease is on the rise, and winter is on the horizon."

Tiny white flakes begin to fall from the sky as Addia speaks, as if on cue. An ice-cold gust of wind blows through the camp. Tiral's pages ruffle, but remain still.