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... his own frailty. Anton Vasiliev, once a king whose roar shook the eastern snow plains, now moved through the pines in rage. Each lungful of frigid air was a knife, each step a monumental act of will over a body that screamed to lie down and become part of the winter.
His two shadows flanked him, Gregor, a mountain of striped muscle now hunched with concern, and Thalia, her lean form a silent blade cutting their path. Their breath plumed in the moonlight, the only sign of their panic. 𝗳� ...
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