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... that funneled the march of armies like a throat, and whoever held it could choke a continent. Wolves called it the choke; men called it a grave. Elias Drayne called it a job.
For three days he was a hurricane in human form.
On the first sunrise Wolf met the lead of Draven's column and laughed as he met them. "Thought you'd stroll through, did you?" he bellowed, voice cutting through the valley and finding each man's ears. He didn't wait for answer. He moved like a predator — brut ...
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