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... ooves struck soft earth. Barked orders mingled with the rhythm of ropes being tightened and canvas stretched taut.
The Thornes’ hunting grounds had become a military camp overnight—disciplined, orderly, and humming with anticipation.
From his personal tent near the center of the compound, Noel stepped out dressed simply in dark trousers and a tailored gray shirt, the morning breeze tugging gently at the loose ends of his sleeves. Revenant Fang hung comfortably at his side, as alw ...
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