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Firian
Firian opened his eyes, gasping in the darkness of the classroom. His hands were shaking. What had he done? What could he do now?
He couldn’t let the Head tell anyone. He couldn’t let his secret out.
His entire life… all he’d endured, all he’d done, would be for nothing. He’d never do any good; he’d never change the world. He’d end up dead or back in Raewhith.
Firian moved mechanically out of the classroom. There was no choice but to finish it. This time, Belik was too far away to help. He patted his clothes, almost distractedly. He had no weapon with him but a small knife he always carried.
There are many ways to kill a man…
Jovan’s words on his first day.
His legs felt heavy as they took him closer to the Master’s door. It was like walking through pudding.
The knife sh
