The next morning brought a gray, oppressive fog that clung to the rooftops of the old settlement. I stayed by the window, peering through a crack in the boarded up wood. Toby was awake, his color returning, but he was quiet, sensing the tension that filled the small cabin."Stay away from the door, Leo," I warned as my oldest son wandered too close to the entrance."I just want to see the trees, Mommy," he murmured."Not today," I said, my heart squeezing.Around noon, the sound of heavy engines rumbled down our narrow street. This was not the light hum of the surveillance drones. These were the armored transporters used by the King's personal guard.My blood turned to ice. I grabbed Sarah’s arm. "They are here.""Hide them," Sarah commanded, her voice dropping to a frantic whisper. "The root cellar. Now!"I didn't argue. I hurried the children toward the small trapdoor hidden beneath the kitchen rug. I lowered them into the dark, cool space, pressing a finger to my lips. Leo took Tob
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