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... aut with dread.
He emerged through the morning mist like a revenant, and no sooner had his silhouette taken form than a blade was pressed to his throat.
The thrall had moved to protect her mistress. But the moment her eyes met Vetrúlfr’s, the blade fell, and she clung to him; fiercely, silently. No words were spoken, her tears spoke for them.
A stark contrast to his departure. He said nothing, yet something in him had changed. Perhaps, for a moment, he really had been dra ...
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