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Chapter 12- The Weight of Hope

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-10 16:00:09

Irene

“Sometimes.” His mouth thins. “Trade binds us when treaties don’t. Wood, grain, iron. We have neutral territories, set as markets, from where we can buy things that we don’t have in our pack, like different types of fruits and vegetables, clothes or weapons. We supervise passages through mountains and along rivers. We take turns patrolling borders, but not everyone honors turns.”

“And all of them are men…”

“You already know that they are, Irene .” He studies a folded shirt as if it might answer for him. “There are elders who remember stories from their grandfathers—whispers of a time before—but there’s no one left who has lived with women.”

I swallow. “How do you… balance each other?”

“We’ve learned.” He tips his head, thinking. “Cassian carries heart. Elias carries wit. Rowan carries truth. I… carry the map that keeps us from getting lost.” A rueful smile. “It’s not the same. I can feel the gaps even when I don’t have the words for them.”

Kevin’s expression shifts, s
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