Chapter 45
It had only been two weeks since Torch and Skylady Grairiyah had fought, the memory remained vivid as if it had happened three heartbeats ago; uncontrolled inferno rising from Castel Olmo, smoking rising and disappearing in the night, and it's light cast other lights away. The whiteness of white-light vanished. Chrysanth held herself in an embrace as fear sat cold inside her, she had never shivered as much when she used Celestial but fear was colder. When fear it bought itself with loss and grief. She had worn a wool dress with a kilt thrown over her shoulders, Nina had put her hand on Chrysanthe’s lap, her eyes held embers of tears. Chrysanthe leaned on Nina’s shoulder and placed her head. Their carriage rolled roughly against the earth, however, it continued to move to put a distance be
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