[ Meanwhile, Shadow's having trouble keeping his eyes open. He manages to make it to the chair and carefully lowers himself onto it. Then he slumps against its back and squints at the stranger frantically digging through tins.
"They." Shadow's mind latches onto it, too. And while he'd usually formulate a more coherent question— ]
"They"?
[ — is all he can get out. To his ears, the word sounds almost slurred. ]
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"They." Shadow's mind latches onto it, too. And while he'd usually formulate a more coherent question— ]
"They"?
[ — is all he can get out. To his ears, the word sounds almost slurred. ]