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The path back to camp was too quiet.
The wolves padded ahead in single file, crimson fur catching faint threads of moonlight. Zephyy dozed on my shoulder, tail twitching with every step. Alina had fallen asleep against my chest, her tiny fingers still curled in the fabric of my coat.
Everything looked the same. Sounded the same. But it didn’t feel the same.
The sword’s weight against my waist wasn’t heavy—but it pressed. Every step I took, it pulsed faintl ...
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