Cyrus's Wolf Spirit Never Answered Me Again

Mira pov

A patrol. A warrior on patrol.

I had no breath to spare for it. I shoved my bleeding hand into the folds of my cloak and set my other foot down on the silver nail lying in the snow.

The torch came closer. I tugged at the edge of my hood and worked to keep my voice level. "I'm a guest of ...

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