Chapter 45
They rode hard, the horse's hooves pounding against the rocky terrain, the sound echoing through the dense forest. Col urged the animal onward, his eyes fixed on the winding path that led up the mountain. Shae clung to his back, her daggers still clutched in her hands, her eyes scanning the surrounding forest for any sign of pursuit. Amelia, her small hands gripping Col's waist, remained silent, her face pale and drawn. The path grew steeper, the terrain more rugged, forcing the horse to slow its pace. The trees thinned, revealing the towering peaks of the mountains, their summits shrouded in mist. The air grew colder, the scent of pine and damp earth replaced by the sharp, metallic tang of rock and ice. They pressed on, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their muscles aching. The hor
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