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... hadn’t been trodden in years, back toward the ruined orchard where silence had become stranger than sound. The dead watched them go—but did not follow.
Leon didn’t slow.
He didn’t speak until the grove’s edge was behind them, until the first banners of sunlight bled through the eastern trees. Then he turned, breath tight in his chest, and spoke without looking back.
"Mount up. We leave Gorehill behind."
The riders obeyed without question. Whatever doubts they had ...
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