Chapter 119

Alaric's POV

Ashes still danced in the air like ghostly snowflakes. Ravenhold, once a stronghold of the proud and defiant, was nothing more than a graveyard of broken stone and burned dreams. I stood at the edge of the ruin, the remnants of the city smoldering at my feet, the scent of blood and ...

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