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Be Wary of Hope
The letter said to burn the vellum upon reading. Someone slipped it under the cell door while they were sleeping. She’d almost missed it.
Whoever had sent it had no true notion of Anabella’s circumstances in this sky dungeon or they would’ve known she hadn’t had wood for the hearth for some time. The nights were so cold that Stefan had come upon a chill that she feared might take him from her. It passed, but the dark rounds under his eyes, the hollows in his cheeks... those had nowhere to go.
She couldn’t send it down the drain where the rest of her vellum had gone. She’d seen the guard down there, speaking with the cloaked figure, and though she couldn’t hear their words, she knew, in her heart, they were speaking of her, and that meant her words hadn’t been for the
