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The air in the Outlands was different.
Harsher. Hungrier.
Isla had crossed these wastelands as a girl, fleeing Odin's grasp with nothing but a blade and a name burned into her palm. Now she returned as a queen, wrapped in black steel and secrets.
Kael rode beside her. Behind them, a unit of elite Ghostguard scouts-silent, faceless warriors loyal
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