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Firian
“Go to the north side of the Main. Room on the north side.” Bard’s words were so fast they blurred together.
A question had half-formed on Firian’s lips before the Sentry slammed back into place. He bit back a cry of pain.
The Sentry had faltered, or else Belik ordered that it be lifted for a moment. Why?
To find him. That had to be the only answer, or else Bard wouldn’t have been there, giving him his desperate message. And Bard would only have known exactly when the Sentry would lift if he was with Master Belik.
That small taste of freedom, of success, shocked him as much as jumping in the Apothelin. He started running. He was outside and heading toward the Main from the west, staying close to the palace. From his vantage point, he could see gardens, Amiran Academy, and o
