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... that didn’t look like scouting. It looked like a Gnoll going for a run. That was the point.
His team waited at the border marker — a cairn of stacked stones that Aldric’s builders had placed three months ago, the outermost edge of Zephyr’s territorial claim. Beyond it, the divine bond would thin, then vanish. They’d be operating blind. No whisper from the Voice. No warmth from the mark. Just skill and silence and whatever gods lived in the space between here and there.
Four scou ...
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