Desperately exhausted from running, Kithra stopped and sat, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She glanced over at Dor, who was leaned against the tree panting, hand gripped tightly on the hilt of his sword. The memories of what they just saw were still fresh in her mind, and with their grueling return came a sudden new thought...she couldn't trust anyone. She slipped another look at Dor, a shiver slithering down her spine. Could she even trust her best friend?Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone
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