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Chapter 78

Camilla’s memories

Morning broke with a thin red gash of light along the crests of the mountaintops. Owls finally dared to close their eyes, and bats cautiously folded their wings. The night horrors and prowling beasts of the forest abandoned their hunts to drag bloodied carcasses back to their lairs. In the west, a handful of lingering stars still shone.

Krimeya and I sat atop her cottage roof, tense and watchful. The hood of her crimson cloak obscured her sleek black tresses while framing her ashen features. She held a whittled staff of red-stained wood in both hands, in the manner that a gladiator might wield a spear.

"I expect they will begin their march shortly," she said softly, "Have you given thought to how you wish to proceed?"

"I won't flee," I whispered, quiet, but firm, "They'll allow me to return to them as their daughter or..."

Krimeya gave me a pitying look.

"They won't. You know that deep down. They will find us here, a

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