The camp was really a nice place, if didn't mind the gun-powder scent, which I eventully got used to. Leeland showed me around, going from tent to tent. In less than five phút the whole camp knew me. I realized how dangerous that was. If my mother was to come here looking for me, anyone could give me away and the hợp đồng biểu diễn, gig, biểu diễn would be up. This wasn't hatchling's play. This was real. We came to the last tent, Leeland's tent. "Oh, Alexander," Leeland began suddenly, looking at me over his shoulder, "There's someone I want bạn to meet." He dissapeared into the tent. I could hear voices and the sound...
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