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Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Three: The Long Road East

Auteur: Lyanna Rose
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-25 23:13:22

The first day bled into the second without mercy.

The terrain east of Crescent Moon territory shifted from familiar forested hills to something harsher.

Rocky ridges cut across the landscape like broken ribs.

Dense pine thickets swallowed the light.

Narrow passes funneled the wind into a bitter current that cut through even the thickest cloaks.

Natasha kept the companies at a disciplined pace.

Fast enough to cover ground.

Measured enough to preserve the horses' strength for what lay ahead.

She
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