Chaol studied the paper again. The fervent underlining of that final name. As if Yrene had needed to remind herself while here. In his presence. As if she needed whoever they were to know that she remembered them. He had met another talented young healer from Fenharrow. His king had loved her enough to consider fleeing with her, to seek a better life for them. Chaol knew what had gone on in Fenharrow during their youth. Knew what Sorscha had endured there—and what she’d endured in Rifthold. He’d ridden through Fenharrow’s scarred grasslands over the years. Had seen the burned or abandoned
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