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... he forest seemed to exhale around us, leaves whispering like conspirators. Every shadow felt alive, every rustle a warning. My hand gripped the hilt of my sword, cold steel steady against my palm, while Marshi’s low growl rumbled through the carriage, sensing danger long before we did.
Rey, Sir Haldor, and Ravick fanned out behind me, eyes sharp, hands hovering over weapons. Steel glinted under their cloaks, muscles coiled like springs ready to strike.
The assassins’ horses stamp ...
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