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... he second nightfall, and Aya ordered the pace broken before exhaustion finished what the injury had started. They made camp in a fold of land where old stone teeth jutted from the earth—ruins half-swallowed by moss and bramble, defensible without being obvious.
Frost Fire vanished at her word. Not all of them. Just enough.
Men who knew how to disappear into roads and taverns, into the spaces where soldiers drank and forgot themselves. Men who understood that wars were not announc ...
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