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... er loomed ever closer. Perched atop Moro’s saddle, Ian fixed his gaze on the wide-open gate set into its center.
Past the dim passageway stretched nothing but silence. The howling blizzard and the sheer height of the wall were likely swallowing every sound from the other side.
Or maybe we arrived too early.
Ian gave a faint shrug. It wasn’t as though he could have slowed their march any further. Time had been tight from the start, and the snowfall only continued to worsen ...
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