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Arestevana's post
Kirima heard Andreth resume her story telling nearby. Most of the children had drifted into a deep, healing sleep, and the few who were in too much pain or distress were resting quietly, lulled by the gentle words.
With the help given by the Breelanders, many would recover. Still, there would be a few who did not wake when morning came. Kirima glanced at Ian, his sleep feverish and restless, hoping that he would not be among them.
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