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... dragged his dark cloak behind him as the horses clattered down the forested road. None of them spoke. Their destination was clear—Grigor's camp, where the next move in the human resistance would be decided.
But something weighed on him.
Alan reached into his saddlebag, searching for a map he swore he packed—and froze.
His fingers brushed velvet.
He pulled it out slowly. A small black box, unmarked, no lock, no seal—but familiar. Too familiar.
He frowned. ...
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