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Sander and I trailed behind Sergei's men. We’d finally left the forest, the trees thinning into scrub as the dirt path veered south. With the terrain more open, the guards stayed mounted without trouble.
My legs dragged, heavy from days of walking. Blisters bloomed across my feet, skin raw and stinging. Thank the Moon Goddess, I still had my boots. We hadn’t stopped moving in nearly a week. Walking with silver shackles around my feet made things ten times worse.
I missed the horses we got in Laare. Poor things bolted the night the Evil Spirits tore through the woods.
Captain Sergei rode at the rear, flanked by a few mounted soldiers. Others marched ahead, some behind. He sat tall in the saddle like he owned the damn land. Like some coward king, letting his army bleed while he
