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Those who had gone before her—warriors, exiles, and the abandoned—had etched the route to Stormclaw into the mountains like a scar. The air grew heavier as Thalia went farther, heavy with the smell of firewood, pine, and something darker.

Don't be afraid.

No magic.

The burden of survival, however...

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