Chapter 73
Arm in arm, they hurry toward the castle, which juts up from its nest of vines like a bony mirage. The smudge pots that line the dusty road to the Temple belch their colorful smoke. Usually, the scent is of the sweetest incense, but today, there’s a different smell, something sharp and unpleasant. The Hajin seem agitated. It is as if they await a promised storm. “Lady Hope,” Asha says with a bow. “I must approach the well of eternity,” I say, heading for it without stopping. Asha keeps pace with me through the maze of corridors. “Lady Hope, my people are afraid. The forest folk accuse us of collaborating secretly with the Order—” “And have you?” I query. “Surely you do not believe it also?” I don’t know what I believe anymore. The Order has some plan, and I intend to have answers ab
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