Chapter 28: Pre-war preparations
The cold wind outside the tent carried the biting chill unique to the borderlands, stirring the strands of hair across Vis’s forehead. Lortisa’s questioning was like a tightly drawn string.…
The cold wind outside the tent carried the biting chill unique to the borderlands, stirring the strands of hair across Vis’s forehead. Lortisa’s questioning was like a tightly drawn string.…