MENODORA'S POV We all stand transfixed in the same spot."I think…I think I have been followed,” the stranger who brought the comb whispers, his words cracking from his shaky voice. He is standing in an impossibly still posture, I'm not sure how is even breathing. His face is ashen, drained of all colour and his lower lips tremble slightly.As if on cue, from the edges of the trees, a single figure steps out from the cover of the shadows, into the sunlight. It turns out to be a woman…not too old and not too young either. She is taller, not as tall as Orvax and Kova but slightly towering over me. She has dark hair which she wears braided over one shoulder. Her clothes are mostly hidden by a long reddish cloak that she has draped over her slim frame.She doesn't seem to be in possession of any weapons, at least not where my eyes can reach enough to see them. She stops to wait, just a few paces separating her from the gate.Orvax takes a step forward on instinct. His body came between m
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