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I ate, washed up, and then curled up with Kane in his tent to sleep. But, like the last time I tried to rest, sleep didn’t come easily, and when it came, it was filled with nightmares.
I dreamed about Leander and Lash dying and coming back as ghosts to haunt me. About Theron becoming a revenant and attacking everyone in the camp. About Trina being buried under the earth and dying alone. About Damara betraying us—taking us to Lovell and handing us over to the red alchemists and revenants, while laughing that she had finally succeeded.
After the last one, I found I couldn’t sleep anymore.
Kane got up with me. “We should eat something before getting ready,” he suggested as we walked out of his tent, our hands linked.
Agreeing, we went directly to the kitchen tent, where we grabbed cof
