Star of Silvaria: XIII: Traced

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“Let me understand, you’re going to have us walk through suchide territory the whole way?” Rolf asked for the third time, swinging aside the breaking branches as the sunrise, likewise, broke through the leaves. We had dismounted for the time being, for the brush was thick and needed to be cleared away.

“Yes, Rolf,” Raphael sighed patiently. He knew that Rolf was saying what I was biting back.

“So, no aurical, no perfume, no ditches and chains.”