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Chapter 71 A King's Path

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Aurelion

I had intended only to walk.

The cliffs required inspection after a night of high wind. That was the reason I gave myself as I left the keep and took the western path alone. Patrols had already passed through. The wards had held. There was no immediate threat.

But the air had been unsettled all morning.

And so had I.

The ocean rolled heavy and grey beneath the cliffs. The sky remained overcast, light diffused and cold. It was the kind of day where sound carried farther than it should.

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