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Clip-clop, clip-clop.
The white horses, draped in wolf pelts, moved along the official road as if nothing were amiss. However, Nasser, who was wearing a similar fur-hooded cloak, hunched his shoulders against the chill.
"It’s definitely getting colder," he murmured and glanced toward Ian, who rode Moro beside the carriage.
Unlike the others, Ian and Moro wore no winter gear. They were merely half-covered by the Cloak of the Undying.
"It already feels ...
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