4/26/2026, 6:34 PM
“Makes two of us,” gaze returns to an unbroken plain. If sincere comradery would be found off the steppe, the nomad is disbelieving.
Yet Layre is no more a han than he is.
His stride is tight and quick. The uul of a man would find an unflagging hunt-mate.
“What is our quarry?”
Yet Layre is no more a han than he is.
His stride is tight and quick. The uul of a man would find an unflagging hunt-mate.
“What is our quarry?”
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