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Chapter 38: The Thornback Daughter

작가: Nova Thorne
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Her name was Sable.

She arrived on a Thursday morning, twelve days after Lena had found the hollow in her father's correspondence. Not from the direction of the Thornback Pack — from the south, which meant she had gone south first to avoid being tracked, the same long route Lena had taken from Westmark.

She had been traveling for six days.

I felt her coming from fifteen miles out.

The quality of her was familiar — the specific pull of someone who had been feeling the founding ground's reach for
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