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Carolineโ€™s POV

The night was cold, the moon a sliver of cold light as I crept toward Landonโ€™s stronghold, its stone walls looming like a beast in the forestโ€™s heart.

My pulse thundered, each beat a drum of defiance, my red cloak billowing behind me, concealing the runes etched into my leather glov...

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