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During those years, neighbor had sold out neighbor for even the whisper of magic.
Not rape, not theft—not something that cowards would rather hide from. Yell fire, the stranger had instructed her. A threat to all. If you are attacked, yell about a fire.
“We don’t look back,” he said, meeting her stare. “It helps no one and nothing to look back.” The
“I loved you before I ever set eyes on you,” he said.
“We wait for the Queen of the Valg,” the spider purred, rubbing against the carving. “Who in this world calls herself Maeve.”

