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... mped out. Cloaks were pulled tight. Orders passed in hand signals and murmurs that never rose above the wind. Frost Fire moved first, already spreading along the ridgeline like shadows reclaiming their ground.
Aya swung into the saddle without ceremony.
The warmth of moments past—of hands steadying armor, of words meant to give comfort—was gone. There would be time to feel it later. If there was later.
The pass rose ahead of them in a narrow, broken spine of stone, its wa ...
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