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Firian
Firian couldn’t remember a slower night. It was like four nights strung together, shot through with anxiety. Fear and anger and hope chased each other like rabbits through his mind. His shoulders ached from all the tension.
The farmhouse reminded him a little of the abandoned structure where he and Kiria had stayed one of their first nights away from the palace. Only a few rooms composed its simple layout. A structure attached to the outside of the house clearly had saved harvested crops when it was in use.
Firian stayed in the main room because the only external door led into it. Kiria could find him without searching.
His gaze found a messy mouse nest in the corner, strung with hemp and thread and grasses. Maybe the house was abandoned during the Tanyuin War. That timeline
