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The road beyond the capital narrowed into shadows.
Stone gave way to dirt, lanterns surrendered to moonlight, and the sound of the city—laughter, metal, life—faded behind us like a memory that did not wish to follow.
Zerith rode behind me in silence.
I did not turn, yet I felt him.
The way his horse matched my pace was too perfectly, the way his breathing remained steady, unhurried, the way his presence felt...Measured.
Not reckless.
Not car ...
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