"Where are you taking us anyway?" Nyla asked as she struggled to free the skirt of her dress from the clutches of a bristle bush.
"It's not far now," Jarius assured her, taking a sip from the battered canteen that hung from his shoulder, "It'll be worth it, I promise."
"This isn't like...
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