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Green hills gave way to jagged cliffs. The air smelled faintly of frost, even though it was summer. Birds didn't fly here. Magic was quiet.
Too quiet.
Serene rode beside Luka, her newly reforged shield gleaming softly, etched with a small sun—the sigil of the Flamewardens.
Gregor trudged on foot nearby, pulling their supplies behind a thick, rune-marked beast called a grufwalker.
Snow dozed in Luka's saddlebag, tail twitching occasionally.
No one ...
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