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... cold steel as the spirit beasts thundered down the final stretch of forest trail. Voren’s fastest mounts—scaled oxen with qi-laced muscles and iron-shod hooves—ate the distance in relentless strides, steam rising from their nostrils in white plumes. The one-day forced march had been brutal: no stops, no mercy, only the drum of hooves and the low growl of wind through trees. Alex rode at the head, black robe whipping, yang qi pulsing in steady golden threads beneath his skin. Lila clung to his b ...
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