Seraphina's POVThe blue door. The bread oven. The chair under the apple tree. The apple tree itself, the one growing over her son's grave, the one where she'd put her arm around me when the baby kicked for the first time. All of it gone and all of it burning.And Maren in the garden with a beam across her back telling me to run the same way Pria had told me to run and the same way I'd been running my whole life, away from the places that hurt me, away from the people who held me up, always away, always alone, always leaving behind the ones who deserved better than what I gave them.The crowd on the road grew as more people joined from side roads and farms and small houses along the way. I saw Hilde at one point, walking with her goats tied to a rope, and she saw me and her face crumbled and she said "Maren?" and I shook my head and she closed her eyes and pressed her fist against her mouth and kept walking.By the time the smoke thinned and the fire was behind us and the road opened
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