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Chapter Sixteen: Nine Days

Autor: Mitch
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-03 10:08:24

She didn't sleep well after that. None of them did.

The house settled into a strange, watchful rhythm over the following days — warriors doubled at every border, her mother's dawn training sessions growing longer and more demanding, Corin drifting between the treeline and the kitchen table like a man trying to earn a permanent seat at neither, and underneath all of it, the quiet, persistent hum of Thane's offer, unspoken but never fully absent from any conversation in the house.

"He got to you,
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    She didn't sleep well after that. None of them did.The house settled into a strange, watchful rhythm over the following days — warriors doubled at every border, her mother's dawn training sessions growing longer and more demanding, Corin drifting between the treeline and the kitchen table like a man trying to earn a permanent seat at neither, and underneath all of it, the quiet, persistent hum of Thane's offer, unspoken but never fully absent from any conversation in the house."He got to you," Kaelen said, on the fourth morning, finding her sitting alone on the barn roof long before dawn training was due to start. "Didn't he. Some part of what he said."Elira didn't deny it. She'd learned, this past week, that lying to Kaelen cost more than it ever saved. "He's not wrong that a week of training isn't enough. He's not wrong that other people are going to come looking, now that the wards have announced what I am to anyone paying attention." She wrapped her arms around her knees, watch

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