Farasha obeyed. Elide rocked back into
Lorcan as the mare launched into a gallop,
earning another groan of pain. But he
remained in the saddle, despite the pounding
steps that drew agonized breaths from him.
“Faster, Farasha!” Elide called to the
horse as she steered her toward the keep, the
mountain it had been built into.
Nothing had ever seemed so distant.
Far enough that she could not see if the
keep’s lower gate was still open. If anyone
held it, waited for them.
Hold the gate.
Hold the gate.
Every thunderous beat of Farasha’s hooves,
over the corpses of the fallen, echoed Elide’s
silent prayer as they raced across the endless
plain.
Hold the gate.
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