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Fencliff

Bess’ coat gleams in the early morning sun as we make our way toward the citadel. Ayris’ hand remains in its usual position over my stomach as we ride, but the gesture carries a deeper meaning after the revelations of last night. Protective not just over his mate, but of his pup. The word still fe...

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