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Firian
Firian rolled in sweat-covered blankets. He hadn’t slept for two days. Gray light leaked in through the small, high window in his bedroom. Morning again.
Every time he lay down, his mind churned. On the edge of sleep, his heart raced. A dream might start and he’d jerk awake, afraid he was Lost in the Unreal. His muscles ached from tension.
Thirteen and a half days.
Kiria had shown only disappointment in him back in Archer’s Point, not fear for his life. She hadn’t known what was coming. She wasn’t cunning or evil enough to hide something like this so well.
Assuming they didn’t send their whole army, it would take about fourteen days to travel between Brithnem and the Academy. At worst, he had one day left. At best, twelve.
His chest constricted and he kicked violently agai
