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... find a mouth. By dawn, snow lashed the lower ramparts, the blue fire guttered to its edges, and every torch along the west-facing corridor burned shorter than it should.
Leon rode before the sun crested the peaks.
No banner. No retinue. Just two riders at his flank—old Gerran, who’d once scouted the Hinterwalls blindfolded, and Naeve, the youngest march-blood still standing after the Vale campaign. Elena had picked them herself. Quiet. Fast. Loyal enough to bleed without needing ...
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