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He felt their presence more than he saw them, the warmth breath, the mournful moans, the shape of Zamazenta, the push of Zacian’s snout against his arm.
He felt their presence more than he saw them, the warmth breath, the mournful moans, the shape of Zamazenta, the push of Zacian’s snout against his arm.
