Chapter 122 The Traps They Set

The climb up the Shadow Peak was steep and punishing.

Dax stopped in a dense thicket of wild lavender and bitter rosemary. He dropped to his knees and began tearing the plants out of the dirt, crushing the stalks between his palms until the pungent, peppery oils coated his skin.

"Do it," Dax or...

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