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Chapter 17 – The Hunt Continues
XANDER,
The moon hung low over the Crescent Mountains, veiled by a curtain of thick clouds as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath. Wind whispered through the treetops, carrying the scent of pine, frost, and something else-blood. I adjusted the obsidian-dipped leather straps of my armor, each etc