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... the sound of boots.
Frantic and purposeful. The kind of sound that meant someone had already decided this could not wait.
He opened his eyes to lamplight and the shadow of Harlan standing near the door, armor half-fastened, hair loose from sleep.
"There’s a rider at the inner gate," Harlan said quietly. "Frost Fire."
Killan was already sitting up.
"Through sealed borders?" he asked.
"Yes, Your Grace."
That was all the confirmation he neede ...
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