They ran and ran until it was light and then until it was dark, and Andrev, who had finally given into the urge to weep, sank down by the side of the river. They couldn’t even see the smoke from the campfires behind them.
“What happened?” Andrev asked. He scrubbed his hand over his face, but the tears kept on coming, and he couldn’t breathe properly, and he realized that the dried blood on his hands was Kana’s.
Rastaban’s face was pale, and his lips were pressed into a thin line. “I don’t know what happened. Everything just went wrong.”
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