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Lingers ch 4 ExploringOnly a few miles into their impromptu race, and Zarabethe started regretting her pride. She would never admit it to a soul, but she had gotten sorely out of shape in the last few years of being a homebody. She remembered briefly, how she had ran almost twenty-four hours straight with very few breaks to get as far away from Tanaris as possible before her good sense caught up to her. It had been, without a doubt, one of the worst decisions of her life, but now as the humid air burned in her lungs and her legs were beginning to resemble the consistency of strawberry jam, she thought longingly of the stamina she used to possess.
The trees whipped past her in quick succession, and Dagra took the position of point just ahead of her. She ran in a half-crouch, ducking through thin branches and long needle-like leaves. The nightsabre was finally in his element: no longer surrounded by distracting people, his training was taking over and he led her thro
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