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"Liora," I breathed, staring at her like she might vanish if I blinked.
"You're alive, they said you died in the west wing collapse, they said they couldn't find your body."
Before she could talk…
The stone wall slid shut behind us with a whisper, cutting off the moonlight and plunging us into darkness so complete I couldn't see my own hands.
"Wait," I gasped, my burned wrists throbbing where the chains had been.
"I can't see anything, where are we going?"
A small flame flickered to life in Liora's palm, warm and golden, pushing back the shadows just enough to reveal narrow walls pressing in on either side.
"These passages run through the entire castle," she said, already moving forward.
" It was built centuries ago for exactly this purpose, escape routes the current ki
