THIRTYFOUR-ARBRE
It had been days since anyone had last seen Theos, and part of me was glad. I didn't think I could face him like this. Not after the realisation. Though not in the way one might think.. it was a strange thing, forgiveness. It made no sense that the whole time that Mare's guilt had seemed so bound in stone, I blamed him. Completely and utterly I blamed him for her death. -But now.. now that Mare's name had been freed from the traitorous chains it once bore, now that Theo's guilt seemed impossibly pronounced, I blamed him far less. I couldn't even bring myself to blame him, not one bit. Probably because every inch and ounce of my hatred burned towards Flick. That lying, scheming, murderous b***h. She was the real killer, not Theos who sentenced her, not the man to pull the lever, but Fl
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