Epilogue
I pushed open the doors to the Southside office of the Easton Police Department, smoothing down my black skirt. Not that I was nervous.
Why would I be?
It wasn’t as if I was embarking on an entirely new career path, one that at first glance was the complete opposite of my lifelong goal to become a journalist. My decision to go to university to study journalism had been prompted by a desire to make a difference, to help people and uncover the truth about issues affecting the wider community.
I had set that goal aside to take on one with more of a local focus but no less important. Easton was now home to a number of Tr’lirians who had chosen not to return to Angellin. Davilian or Godden, with wings and without, they were adapting to a life free from Cade’s tyranny.
Killian, per
