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Orphans & Outcasts: Chapter Twelve


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Exhaustion. He had not known the likes of it since he was a cub. It was debilitating and frustrating. It plagued him, even in his sleep. The lingering part of him that was vaguely awake knew he was in Zafiashid’s cabin, sprawled out on her bed. His weakened chest rumbled with the infection of the persistent Human illness. It was miserable, Denvy concluded, the state he was in—simply miserable.

“You really should do something about that,” an affluent voice said from behind him.

Denvy turned sharply, swaying as he stepped onto the surface of a dune. The abrupt change in scenery was disorientating. He had not experienced a dreamscape for sol-cycles. The notion that he had returned to the zone within the Secondary Realm was both elating and terrifying. The wide expanses of the burning-sea blanketed the horizon as far as he could see, and a Sunrise capped the dunes in a crystal shine, igniting tall spires in the distance. Alone beside him stood a tiny, delicate Zaprex, wings of energy fluttering rapidly enough to make the sand dance around its ankles.

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