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They slept in shifts no longer than three hours so as not to make the same mistake twice. When the leaves rustled, she stood, her eyes darting through the darkness, searching for something but finding nothing. She sat back down beside his sleeping body. Then the twig snapped. She grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to jostle him awake. A whisper would be a wasted effort, but if she yelled, they would know.

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