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... exhausted horses and the occasional groan of the wounded.
No torches lit their path, light would only make them targets. They rode blind through darkness thicker than ink, guided by Ashgard’s scouts who somehow found passage where others saw only shadow.
Soren’s gelding stumbled beneath him, nearly sending him tumbling from the saddle. The poor beast had been running for hours without rest, foam flecking its heaving sides. He leaned forward, patting its sweat-slick neck.
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