The Astarte of the B
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The sound of horses' hooves, "tap, tap, tap," came from the winding and rugged road.,Even while falling backwards in a heap, their hands and feet were still moving back relentlessly.,Lane's originally relaxed expression tightened abruptly, returning to the cold indifference of ice. His body, along with the aged steed, froze solid.。