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She couldn’t see very far in the weak light cast by the waning moon. Deep shadows endowed disturbing forms to the rocks and shrubs. She quelled her imagination because it was too vivid and scary in these conditions. The deafening splash of the stream in the stillness of the night worried her, too. Its noise might cover the sounds of an approaching foe. She knew that they needed rest; meanwhile, her uneasiness grew. Eyes stinging with tiredness and from repeated rubbing, she had to keep alert. Emily’s head began to nod despite herself because she had almost surrendered to sleep when a sixth-sense made her suddenly sit up and stiffen. Straining to listen, she wished that she had Lar’s hearing, grumbled at the noise of the stream and jumped to her feet. Running a short distance from the s
