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... his cheek. Far below the ridge, the frost-choked road out of Frostmere was a dark ribbon cut into the white.
He watched the procession, the rhythmic trot of armored destriers, the fluttering pennants of the West. He didn’t need to see the face of the man inside the lead carriage to know who it was. The sigil of the mountain lion on the black banner confirmed everything.
Duke Konstantin was moving south. The iron-fisted ruler of the Northern Reaches was officially gone, lured towa ...
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