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Deja woke up at dawn. There was a cold gray twilight in the tent. Aznar was not there, but Bery was sleeping nearby, putting his right hand and head on the girl's stomach. As if he was afraid that at night she would disappear somewhere.

- Hey, - as soon as she moved, the man immediately woke up: he turned his head, opened his not at all sleepy eyes. It was like he didn't sleep at all. -What time is it?

- Morning, - the werewolf turned his nose and listened to something. - It just dawned. Half of the camp is still asleep. We started preparing breakfast.

- Do you hear all this?

-If you concentrate, you can hear. Beri smiled. “Every person in the tent, every horse. Falling snow. And… your heart is the loudest. AND…

Here he froze.

-What? Deya asked.

“Something strange,” Markat replied, not taking his eyes off him. It's not sound, but rather energy. Barely noticeable echo. It probably seemed...

Beria sighed and closed his eyes. And then he suddenly shuddered, sharply opening them. The pupi
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