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            A hard, caked sort of coldness lay in Andromeda’s bones the next morning when she awoke. It was not the reason she had woken up, however. She had awoken because Ghead was awake. And he was packing.            Her head cleared for her in an instant when she saw her surroundings once again and she stared at the man, her captor, in worry. She did not sit up. She did not have the strength to. Her remaining strength from last night seemed to have fled her.            “W-What are you doing?”            Her voice was weak, but it caught his attention.            “Preparing to leave,” he answered brie