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... orning like a blade, snapping the camp awake. Knights scrambled across the frost-hardened ground, boots crunching as they yanked stakes free and tore down the last of the tents before the wind could snatch them away.
Orders overlapped. Steel clanged. Horses stamped, breath fogging the air.
And through it all, Zarius Valtrane moved as if none of it weighed on him at all.
He was sharper than he’d been in a fortnight. There was something different in the way he moved, more c ...
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