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Ch: 58 The Rot Revealed.

Author: Quill-Shadow
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​The attack didn't come with a war horn. It didn't come with a shout.

​It came with the smell of smoke.

​I snapped awake, my hand flying to the dagger under my pillow. The room was dark, the only light coming from the dying embers in the hearth. But the air... the air was thick, acrid, and gray.

​Ares was already moving.

​He was a blur of shadow, kicking the heavy wooden chair away from the door. He didn't unlock it. He pressed his ear against the iron-banded wood, his entire body a rigid line of tension.

​"Smoke," I whispered, scrambling out of the furs. "Are they burning us out?"

​"No," Ares growled, turning back to me. His silver eyes were glowing in the gloom, feral and focused. "Fire is a distraction. It panics the herd."

​He grabbed his sword belt, strapping it on over his bare chest. He didn't bother with a tunic. He threw my leather vest at me.

​"Put it on. Now."

​I scrambled into the leathers, my fingers fumbling with the laces. The Mark on my hand was pulsing, a frantic, sta
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