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chapter 358

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POV: WREN THORNE

“My grandfather’s cousin keeps the moon chained in a mountain, Wren, and she believes she is saving us all. She is not a villain. That is the horror of it.”

Nessa’s grandson said it by the spring, in the cold blue dawn, with his boots dangling in the steam and his eyes on the water. His name was Torin. He was nineteen, with horned fingers like his grandmother’s and a strange, tired look that did not belong on a boy. Three years ago, he had run away to the Conclave as a messenge
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