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Firian
When the box arrived for Master Belik, Firian immediately shifted his attention back to the Real.
As soon as he did, exhaustion cried out in his bones. He’d been riding as hard as the new horse could stand for a long time. Between his trips to the Unreal and the endless ride, he’d almost lost track of time. The sensation was like dizziness. Squinting at the horse’s mane bobbing before him, he fought to find his footing, to remember how much time was left to save Brett. The ground swam. Even when he looked up, the mountainous landscape moved like water. He ground his teeth with frustration. Time to stop.
He pulled up on the reins and the sweating horse obeyed immediately. They were well clear of Redshore, traveling along fairly well-trodden roads. Despite wearing the brown shi
