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    The Sisters of the Moon and Sun – Part 5

    The riverbank was cold and hard as the stranger let Laeriel drop from his shoulders. In an instant Janey’s arms and another blanket were around her. Janey held her tight, crying softly and muttering soft prayers of gratitude to the gods. Laeriel took a moment to hug her sister back and cough up the last swallows of water. When she could breathe semi-easily again she looked up to their rescuer. “Thank you…” she croaked. The broad man standing before her was truly a bear of a man. He must at least be two heads bigger than she was and his legs and arms were as broad as her own waist.…