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I raised my hand to conjure a frost rune, but the soldiers swarmed me too quickly, grabbing my wrists and yanking them down. At the same time, other soldiers took down my guard and Lasloe, and I noticed these men were real, wearing Malren’s colors. I tried to conjure the runes in my mind, desperate to get away, but then Malren slapped me across the face with the back of his hand, and all I could see was stars. As my vision came back, my head spinning, I found I was being dragged away through the brush by strong hands. “Keane!” I yelled, though I had no clue where he was. Why hadn’t he been by my side, where he always belonged? We entered a clearing, and there were more of Malren’s soldiers here. He paused to speak to some of them, sending them back the way we’d come, before turning to th
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