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... ere, burying the blood and the churned earth of three months ago under a pristine white blanket. But Kael remembered the trees. He remembered the specific angle of the ridge where the ambush had sprung.
At that time, he was nothing more than a servant.
Now, he stood in fitted black leather, the cold wind feeling like nothing more than a refreshing breeze against his heated skin.
He raised a hand. The squad behind him stopped instantly.
Facing north—the direction w ...
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