Chapter 43
The night deepened, the campfire casting flickering shadows that danced across Shae's still form. Col sat beside her, his gaze fixed on her face, his hope flickering like the dying embers of the fire. Amelia tended to the small fire, occasionally glancing at Col, her face etched with concern. Hours passed, each moment stretching into an eternity. The silence was broken only by the crackling of the fire and the soft rustling of the leaves in the night breeze. Col's eyes never left Shae, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. Suddenly, Shae's eyelids fluttered. A soft groan escaped her lips, her body shifting slightly. Col's breath caught in his throat, his heart leaping with renewed hope. "Shae?" he whispered, his voice trembling. Her eyes slowly opened, her gaze unfocused,
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