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... y’s ride from Savadra—Prince Alaric sat watching the flames twist and leap, their light throwing gold and crimson shadows against the wall of the dark forest. The night air was crisp, tinged with the resinous scent of pine and the faint musk of damp earth. Somewhere in the trees, an owl hooted, and the wolves howled.
They had made camp for the night, all five hundred of them—those who had avoided the provincial road, choosing instead to slip unseen through the shadowed passes of Alta-Sie ...
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