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Baron Sigurd’s words hung in the air like ice.
A dead female.
My breath hitched. The divine glow around Luminael flickered, dimming as if he too sensed the shift in the room. Alvar’s grip on my shoulder tightened—not painfully, but firmly, grounding me.
"Where?" Alvar’s voice was low and sharp. Too sharp. He only sounded like this when he was seconds away from drawing blood.
Sigurd swallowed hard.
"N-Near the northern forest’s border, my lord. S ...
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