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The world went quiet. The approaching rider halted, another—a beautiful woman Dorian could only describe as golden—right behind. But Dorian stared at the rider before him. At the posture of the body, the commanding seat he possessed. And as Chaol Westfall dismounted and ran the last few feet toward Dorian, the King of Adarlan wept. Chaol didn’t hide his tears, the shaking that overtook him as he collided with Dorian and embraced his king.
