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...Dalma had said, and near quaking from the strain of running for so damn long. But they couldn’t have slept. The thing to do, the only thing, had been to hunker down, nurse wounds, and hold the solemnest of wakes for a man who’d surprised them all in the end. Then Tia Dalma had spoken, extracted promises, and played her great reveal. And faced with an emotion that by the morning might turn to hope ...
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