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... he heavy gates of Akhan felt like walking on a razor’s edge. Although the sun shone with a deceptive intensity, the wind blowing from the north brought a biting cold that reminded everyone they were approaching the borderlands of Terminus.
Kai, mounted on Valira, led the march with a rigidity that did not go unnoticed by his companions. Behind him, the caravan stretched out like a wounded serpent.
The twenty two refugees walked with their heads bowed, their faces marked by the ex ...
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