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One hundred and sixty two: the ghost tithe

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Freya's pov

Even with the Revenant gone , I still couldn't sleep, ash scattered across the clearing, the rift sealed like a cauterized wound — my body refused rest. My soul felt scraped hollow. Like I'd poured too much of myself into the light, and now what was left couldn’t settle. Couldn’t stop shaking.

Kye slept at my side, one hand still clutched around the hilt of his blade, his chest rising and falling slow and even. He’d fought until his body gave out. I’d forced him to drink a healing tonic before he blacked out. That had been hours ago. The runes on his skin had dulled to a faint blue.

Dawn pressed through the trees in ribbons. Pale, cold and wrong.

Not like before.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and watched the sun rise without warmth. I felt it in my gut in the same place I’d once felt the bond spark alive that something had changed.

Kye stirred as light crept across his face. He winced, sitting up slow.

“You’re awake,” he rasped, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Barely.”
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