The logic was sound but the exhaustion was real.
Even demon physiology had limits, and two weeks of forty-mile daily marches was pushing those limits.
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Day eleven brought them to abandoned Radiant fortress that was significantly more impressive than previous positions. This had been major installation—stone walls thirty feet high, towers that overlooked miles of terrain, fortifications that suggested it had been regional command center.
And sitting in the middle of its courtyard, deliberately obvious, was fresh intelligence cache.
"It's bait," Zara said immediately. "Documents left where we'll find them. Either false intelligence meant to mislead us, or accurate intelligence meant to lure us into position where we can be observed or attacked."
