Phelan jerked awake as someone—Thom—heaved him up onto his horse’s back. He flailed for a moment, limbs feeling like jelly as he looked around blearily. “How long–?” “Only a few minutes,” Marin said from near his horse’s head. “Sif and … Continue reading Seven – 06
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