With horrific gentleness, Rowan grasped her hand. “No. The soldiers killed every slave in Calaculla.” A crack in the world, through which a keening wail pushed in like a wave. “There are thousands of people enslaved in Calaculla.” The resolve in Rowan’s countenance splintered as he nodded. And when he opened and closed his mouth, she realized it was not over. The only word she could breathe was “Endovier?” It was a fool’s plea. Slowly, so slowly, Rowan shook his head. “Once he got word of the uprising in Eyllwe, the King of Adarlan sent two other legions north. None were spared in Endovier.”
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Wow i hate him
