Chapter twenty-one
Mysteny ProxHe lives!
Is he coming here, to help us?
Fyn growls. No! Yrth needs him more. The Dawnmaid has need of both her fathers now.
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Katkin sat, clutching a cup of coffee, more exhausted than she believed she could feel while still being wide awake. The sun was rising, illuminating the mists that clung to the shoreline in pastel harmonies of color. It was beautiful, but to Katkin’s tired eyes it represented just the start of the day — another long day in which she would try to keep her daughter and son-in-law alive, in the face of almost insurmountable odds. She could only pray for strength, and give thanks that she now had two good hands with which to care for her patients. The weather continued unseasonably fine, which was another blessing, but she kne
