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column-lined building that housed the queen’s
private quarters. And their own suites. No
lights burned within.
“It doesn’t confirm anything,” Lorcan said.
“Whether Maeve left, or if Aelin remains.”
Rowan listened to the wind, scented it, but
felt nothing. “The only way to confirm either
is to go into the city.”
“Are those two bridges the only way in?”
Elide frowned toward the twin stone bridges
on the southern and northern sides of
Doranelle. Both open, both visible for miles
around.
“Yes,” Lorcan said, his voice tight.
The river was too wide, too wild, to swim.
And if any other ways in existed, Rowan had
never learned them.
“We should make a wide sweep of the
basin,” Lorcan said, studying the city in the
heart of the plain. To the north, the forested