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Firian
Alone with his thoughts, Firian had no choice but to sprint, trying to exhaust himself out of his black mood. Despite the cold, he felt hot.
Kiria was gone.
How could this happen? She’d floated before his mind constantly as they traveled. He could sense her like the direction of the sun with his eyes closed, her fear, her resolve. But when he woke, he felt her presence getting farther and farther away.
His thighs burned as he sprinted as fast as he could through the forest where he’d grown up. He fought the urge to scream, barreling toward the field of yellow grass. It grew tall, but the sound would give her away.
Dimly, a voice shouted in his mind. He shoved away the summons. Later, after he’d caught up with her and left anyone who’d helped her escape in a bloody heap, he
