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... ng rain trickled through the trees, drumming softly.
The sky seemed brighter than when Ronan had left Philleon. The mist rising from the damp soil carried a thick, earthy scent. Ronan, surveying the surroundings, muttered curses under his breath.
“Fuck…”
Any remnants of drowsiness vanished entirely. Memories from a few hours ago briefly resurfaced as Ronan recalled hearing the news in the predawn darkness.
He was getting a good night’s sleep for the decisive battl ...
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