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CHAPTER 100: Crack In The Door
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2026-05-07 22:31:26Borgov's POV
This valley feels like hell.
The clang of metal fills the air, steel crashing against steel. Wolves twist and claw, their dark forms silhouetted against the fiery sky, while rogues swarm over the ridge like ants from a disturbed hill.
I swing my sword—the one with the worn leather grip, the blade I've carried for years—and a man goes down. My left hand grips the pistol, still warm from my last shot. Another blade hangs at my waist, w
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