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... ms, turned still. Even the falling snow hesitated, caught in a suspended breath.
Now Aldric had stepped down.
The red-gold plates of his armor shimmered, carved with sigils so old they pulsed with language older than the kingdom.
His black cloak flared behind him, untouched by the snow, writhing like a banner of flame. His eyes—cold and burning—swept over the ruined field once more.
Over Zerak’s corpse. Over Kael, wounded but standing.
And then they landed ...
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