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He scratched his left elbow, trying to distract from the ache down that forearm. It was a deep ache, down to the bone, the sort of pain that set his teeth on edge.
A storm must be coming.
He rolled over in bed, peering out of the window into the darkness. Lightning flickered far off through the pines, so far that the rumble of thunder was inaudible, just a subtle vibration in the mattress.
Reaching out with his mind, he tried to find his brother. He knew the direction, roughly. Smiling wide, immediately comforted, at the familiar, drowsy voice.
Tien?