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The road to Blackwater Basin was no longer paved with gravel or stone-it was layered with frost, memory, and the ghosts of everything Isla had once escaped.
They rode in silence at first. Isla at the head, her wolf-gray cloak billowing behind her like a banner. Kael rode to her left, shadow and shield. Behind them, six of the elite Shadows, cloake
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