It was the whispering that drove her from sleep. The chanting had stopped, and the elders were asleep on the floor around her. Her hand burned, but her mind was clear, and she knew there was only one answer. Chadstone had failed her, had tried to save her, but damned her to the cruelty of mortality. All it took was a whisper and a rune and the cords fell away, and then she had the crystal shard cradled in her palm as she crept across the floor.
The elders wanted to kill her. They would fail.
She’d get there first.
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