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Chapter 122: We Were Too Late

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We left the cell to Kael's careful documentation, the body to be handled properly, the message copied and secured for the war room discussion that would inevitably follow once the sun rose fully over Ironveil.

Caius walked with me back toward our room, his hand never leaving the small of my back, and I let myself lean into that steadiness even as my mind raced through every possible outcome waiting for Sable's riders when they finally reached Winterhall.

"You should try to rest," he
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