Chapter One Hundred and Forty Five: War at Doorstep 3

(Alarion’s POV)

The ride to Red Vale was silent, broken only by the pounding of hooves and the hiss of wind against our faces. The jagged ridges rose ahead, silhouetted against the faint glow of fire. Even from a distance, the acrid smoke clawed at my throat.

Aaron rode hard at my side, his jaw...

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