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Chapter 59: While They Ride

Author: F.Blackwood
last update publish date: 2026-07-12 13:10:20

The first three days after the team rode out were the quietest Ashford had been in months.

Brynn ran the keep, and the keep ran. The captains who’d stepped up came to her in the mornings with patrol reports and went out again with the day’s orders. The kitchens fed two hundred wolves three meals a day without a single complaint. The healing halls under Wynn handled the small daily injuries and ailments of a keep at work. Halden continued to do his quiet inner stores work, watched constantly, r
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