POV: WREN THORNE"Say it again," Varek said, and for the first time since the night began, his calm cracked like thin ice. "Say the name you just spoke, Wren Thorne. Say it slowly, so I know I am not dreaming."I stood outside the cell door in the lantern light, the iron token held out between two fingers. The cold stone corridor smelled of damp wool and old chains. Behind me, Corin waited near the stairs, arms folded, her presence a quiet wall of safety. The guard had agreed to give us five minutes. I had a feeling five minutes was all this man would ever give me."Marrow," I said.His eyes closed. His shoulders, which had been so straight and unbothered for two days, sagged as if someone had cut a string. When he looked at me again, the polished mask was gone. In its place sat a tired, hollow face that looked ten years older than it had in the corridor."Nobody has said that name aloud since I was nine years old," he said."The attacker who used it was angry," I said. "He meant it a
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