He spat. That’s what he thought of Grae’Goroth.
I felt like I had been running forever.
It had not taken long for the huntsmen to get through the door and come after us. Tracking us through the dusty old castle was simple. We had fought. We had run. We fought again and now we were running once more.
Brin was doing fine—she looked fresher than me, as if we had done nothing more today than our...
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