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Chapter 37: Family Reunion

Author: F.Blackwood
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-25 13:00:38

They counted the dead at dusk.

The battle had ended by midmorning, Rodrick’s broken army streaming back toward Greymire, the field held, the war won in every way that could be measured on a map. But victory was a word that meant nothing to the wolves moving through the trampled ground in the failing light, gathering their fallen, because the cost of holding had been written in bodies, and the bodies had names.

Kieran among them. Young, broad Kieran, who’d been first to stand a year ago and pl
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