Chapter 123Rowan"My son Rowan," my father said, and the whole chamber went so quiet I could hear the oxygen hissing through the little tube under his nose, "can never be allowed to sit in that chair."I didn't move. I couldn't. Maeve's hand was still locked around mine, and I felt her fingers go tight, and that was the only thing keeping me standing.Across the floor, Ronan tilted his head and smiled at me like we were boys again and he'd just told our father I was the one who broke the window."Go on, Mr. Ashcroft," the old councilwoman at the center of the table said carefully. "The council is listening."My father took a long breath. It dragged in his chest. When he spoke again, his voice was thin but steady, the voice he'd used my whole life in this same room when he wanted seven old people to believe something."Last night I told this council the truth about what I did," he said. "About my father, Harold, and the healer he kept under our house. About the envelopes. About the le
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