Midnight was less than three hours away, and Fort Fenris was wrapped in a tense, breathless quiet as the host prepared for the march south. High above on the ramparts, sentries walked their posts in the freezing wind, but deep in the subterranean foundations of the citadel, where the massive volcanic water cisterns collected melted glacier runoff, the air was damp, cold, and silent as a crypt. Astrid walked down…
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