Lukos slammed from the cabin, the flames of the fire recoiling in response. Aeliana stared at the door, strong and permanent.
"Your tongue is sharp, daughter." Bekka emerged from her bedroom, eyes wary.
Aeliana crossed her arms. "You never discouraged it."
"Lukos is a good man."
"He was wrong."
"You were wrong."
Aeliana's heart sank. "What shall I do?"
"Find Esther."
"The diviner?"
"She knows the location of all of the words ever spake."
"Nonsense."
"Scribes tell of a magical place, rarely encountered, but tragic and beautiful." Bekka gave her child a shove. "It is your only hope."
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