Chapter 31 The Interception at Dead Canyon and the Weakening of the Bond

Kevin's POV

The freezing rain lashed at my face.

I rode at the front on a black warhorse, three thousand riders behind me like a torrent of black steel, thundering across the muddy wasteland.

The wind roared in my ears.

The shattered glass I'd swallowed—it tore through my guts with every violen...

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