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Kalia looked around at everyone and saw that they were tired. She sighed and wished that she could let them rest, but they had spent too much time at Ithilien. She called out in faerie language and all the horses fell into line behind hers.
"Sleep while you can, your horses will follow mine. We stop and make camp later," she told the others, averting her eyes from Calad. The bone, though now back in him, lingered in her mind. She shuddered and turned her head back to the road, slightly yawning.
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"Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release. How many times have I felt diseased? Nothing in my life is free, is free.... Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can taste." - Korn 'Freak on a Leash'
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