A frantic drumbeat hammered against Sylvie’s ribs.
She dug her heels into the horse’s flanks, and the warhorse thundered across the icy snowfield, its hooves churning the powder into a phantom mist. The cries of battle faded behind her, a ragged chorus of howling hounds and screaming men swallowed by the night.
Why? How had it come to this?
Just days ago, she was sitting in a warm tent, listening to her father recount the glories of their
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