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Knives and Tears
Amlinn stumbled to the back of the house in the guard’s grip. She felt drained, shocked, and horrified. By Petra’s willingness to tell Denthold everything. By the news of a spy within the Freefolk. And most of all, by Denthold’s casual blasphemy and Arrica’s apparent lack of interest.
Petra called after her, but the slamming of the door cut off every word but the first “Be.”
“Be” what? “Good?” “Brave?” “Careful?” It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter what he said or what he thought. Not anymore.
Let him go, she told herself. He’ll serve Denthold well. They speak the same language. They’re both Priests. The Priests have been behind this all along.
Sunscales stolen from Freefolk covered the giant obscenity outside, powered it, and made it possible, but the deadly firel
