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Days dragged the same way Ryell dragged his feet on his way back to the Jagged Swordsman every evening. He filled them with helping Prince Allyv in the asylum, but his mind constantly circled back to Kamira. He should have gone with her. The way she spoke about her journey into the desert, with determination and concern, had made it clear that she was about to face danger, and he couldn’t help wondering what kind of trouble Veelk had gotten her into. He clenched his fists at the memory of her refusal, adamant that he couldn’t accompany her, and at the sudden sting of jealousy he’d felt back then. A couple of weeks alone with Veelk would poison her mind again, and Ryell would never convince her to return to high magic studies. He shook his head in a vain attempt at chasing away the unwa
