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... up from the map scarred with potential troop movements and gave a single, tight nod. "What about Arkai Dawnoro?"
The Black Wolf King occupied a specific chamber in Eastiel’s mind, one of the few lords whose respect for the Saintess had been pure, untainted by political maneuvering. Age and seniority aside, Eastiel held a deep, genuine regard for the man. He was a king in the old mold, like Eastiel’s own father, Eliam.
When Eliam had finally succumbed to his old battle wounds seve ...
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