Chapter 52 The Exiled One

At first, there was the wind, howling off the border cliffs sharp enough to cut, but Vesperon didn’t seem to feel it. 

He leapt from jagged ledge to jagged ledge with grace, his dark soul seemed so heavy, but weirdly silent. 

Under his left arm, Ragnar hung suspended like a sack of turnips, his sm...

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