The stronghold hit her at twenty miles out.It wasn’t pain, but the opposite — a slow easing, like a fist unclenching that she hadn't known was clenched. The resonance tether that had been pulling for three days simply stopped pulling and became presence instead, warm and settled. And the thinking that had required effort on the ridge and in the cars became, incrementally, easier, clearer, the next three steps obvious where they'd been muddy an hour ago.She felt it happen and did not pretend it wasn't good.It was good. That was the problem.Then they were through the gates, and Sera was meeting them at the steps with the expression she wore for situations that had moved faster than projected, and there wasn't time for anything else.*****Sera's briefing was twelve minutes long, done while walking. The inter-pack council chamber was four hours south. They had six hours before the session convened, enough time to drive if they left within the hour. The Vareth Dren Conservation Societ
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