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chapter 148

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Point of View :KADE ASHBORN

Grief has a strange way of making a person feel closer to someone, and that night, sitting beside Wren with dawn and its terrible answers only hours away, I finally understood why Thane's disguise had worked on everyone, including me, for so long.

The fire between us had burned low, more ember than flame, and the camp around us had gone quiet in the particular way it always did in the hours before something terrible was scheduled to happen, as though even the wind kn
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