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IZRAMITH JERKED awake at the sound of splashing water. She sat, leaning against something that poked into her back, on a hard surface that turned out to be the bottom of a boat, with her knees drawn up to her chest.
The boat glided through marshland, water interspersed with clumps of vegetation and the occasional tree. Ahead, golden sunlight hit the sheer cliffs of the escarpment.
She rubbed her cheek, sweaty from where it had leaned on her left knee, and a trail of wetness ran down her leg. Great. She’d been drooling on herself.
Eris and Wairin sat in the front of the boat, talking in soft voices while playing some sort of game.
Braedon kneeled in the pointy end, bent over and trailing something in the water. She remembered the preparations for this trip. They needed someone trust
