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our initial plan to go north, but there might be
other places like Anielle in need of
liberation.”
“Terrasen needs aid,” Rowan said, his face
the portrait of steely calm as he surveyed their
new allies and old friends.
“And yet Terrasen has not called for it,”
Hasar countered, utterly unfazed by the wall
of Fae warriors glowering at her. Exactly the
sort of person Aelin had hoped she’d be when
she wrote to her all those months ago.
Chaol cleared his throat. Gods above,
Chaol was walking again. And married to
Yrene Towers, who had healed him.
A thread in a tapestry. That’s what it had
felt like the night she’d left the gold for Yrene
in Innish. Like pulling a thread in a tapestry,
and seeing just how far and wide it went.
All the way to the southern continent, it
seemed. And it had rippled back with an army