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... ch the river bank of sile. Their slopes draped in gold as the morning sun filtered through thinning clouds.
The air was sharp, carrying the scent of leaves turning brittle with the season’s change.
Donato adjusted the strap of his leather bag, the weight of his father’s last command pressing against his shoulders heavier than the wounds still healing beneath his clothes.
His eyes once restless with rebellion had sharpened into something else entirely.
A purpose, a ...
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