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... ow drifted in slow, spiraling patterns over the frozen battlefield. The wind carried the faint scent of iron and something else—something unnatural.
The soldiers of Solmara and the Northern Tribes remained where they stood, weapons loose in their hands, faces pale with confusion and unease.
No orders had been given.
No blood had been spilled.
And yet—the war felt lost.
> "They don’t know what to do," Ethan murmured, his golden eyes scanning the silent a ...
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