Aaron sat, frozen in the council as he listened to the input from the assorted people who had been called to the closed session. As much as he wanted to deny the sinking conclusion that the Healers’ Guild had a hand in the Sundered, in the Order, he knew he couldn’t. He had to confess the healers’ own role in the development of the medication—their heart-rending secret that they had kept for generations, fearing the wrath of the people should they learn it was them that had unleashed this plague on their own people.
Aaron became aware of the sudden silence around the table and looked up. Everyone was looking at him.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness. What was that?” He was a little embarrassed that he’d been caught not paying attention, but decided there was no point in trying to hide it.
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