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Chapter 23: The Night I Survived

Author: Terri Clare
last update publish date: 2026-04-26 11:29:26

ANWEN'S POV

I went completely still.

The fight drained out of me all at once. Even if any had remained, it would have been useless. There was no point struggling anymore.

This was always going to happen. The only reason I’d ever been brought here.

I have survived longer than most. A small, bitter miracle.

A sob broke free anyway.

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself, every nerve strung tight as I waited for whatever came next.

Fenric’s growl rumbled right against me. I flinched, a muffled wh
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