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After the incredibly satisfying—in more ways than one—shower, Cambry ought to have been ready to retire to her room, but a restless energy had her loathe to stay holed up in her tiny closet until dinner. Odd. When had she ever preferred the company of strangers—or beings in general—to solitude? It had always been she and Tal with plenty of alone time in between.
Maybe she’d just take a walk around the pod. It was strange to feel so free. While she still considered herself and all the other “refugees” to be essentially prisoners, they hadn’t been treated that way. There were no curfews or restricted movements. The first time she’d walked the hall alone, yesterday, she’d been certain one of the guards would stop her, haul her back, or punish her. But none of those things had happened.
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