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... ed to life. Men and women packed their gear, saddled their horses, and checked their weapons with the practiced efficiency of people who had done this a hundred times before.
There was no rush, no panic—just the steady rhythm of people who knew what they were doing and trusted the man leading them.
Roran stood apart from the others, watching the eastern horizon. His sword was strapped to his back, and his hand rested on the hilt, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the lea ...
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