ringing silence.
Manon got to her feet, easing past the wing
that had shielded her.
The dawn was breaking.
And where that witch tower had stood,
where the army had been, only blasted earth
remained.
Morath had drawn back. Far back.
The city and walls still stood.
She roused Abraxos with a hand to his side.
He couldn’t fly, not yet, so they walked
together.
Down the battlement steps. Out through the
castle gates and into the city streets beyond.
She didn’t care that others followed. More
and more of them.
The streets were filled with blood and
rubble, all of it gilded by the rising sun.
She didn’t feel the warmth of that sun on
her face while they walked through the
lily
(lily)
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