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what is left of our once-great city, our lands.”
“Nothing but rubble, they say,” Manon
muttered.
“And would you rebuild it, if you could?”
Glennis asked. “Rebuild the city for
yourselves?”
“We never discussed what we’d do,”
Asterin said. “If we could ever go home.”
“A plan, perhaps,” Glennis mused, “would
be wise. A powerful thing to have.” Her blue
eyes settled on Manon. “Not just for the
Crochans, but your own people.”
Dorian nodded, though he was not a part of
this conversation.
Who did the Thirteen, the Ironteeth and
Crochans, wish to be, to build, as a people?
Manon opened her mouth, but the Shadows
burst into the ring of their hearth, their faces
tight. The Thirteen were instantly on their
feet.