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... hed through them not in gusts but in rhythms, like the forest itself was out of breath, too overwhelmed to whisper what it had seen.
Kael didn’t stop running.
Armor shifted with a serrated clatter around his chest. Dust clung to the folds of his cloak. Every boot behind him thundered in tandem—fifty men in total, the second echelon of the royal guard. They moved fast, efficient, not with fear but with a tightening sense of too little, too late.
"Spread across the north tr ...
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