it, with what they’d done afterward.
Yet it had been a farewell. One last
coupling before he ventured into the jaws of
death. He would not cage her, would not
accept what she’d given.
As if he knew her better than she knew
herself.
“Do we go after him?”
In the breaking light of dawn, the camp
was stirring. Today—today they would decide
where to go. Today, she’d dare ask the
Crochans to follow. Would they heed her?
But to head to Morath, where they would
be recognized long before they approached, to
head back into hell ...
The sun rose, full and golden, as if it were
the solitary note of a song filling the world.
Manon opened her mouth.
“Terrasen calls for aid!” A young
Crochan’s voice rang through the camp.
lily
(lily)
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