“Curiosity,” the crone said. “None of us have been, either. We do not dare.” “For fear of us?” Asterin’s golden hair shifted as she leaned closer to the fire. She’d found a strip of leather in the camp to tie across her brow—not the black she’d worn for the past century, but a familiar sight, at least. One thing, it seemed, had not entirely altered. “For fear of what it will do to us, to see what is left of our once-great city, our lands.” “Nothing but rubble, they say,” Manon muttered. “And would you rebuild it, if you could?” Glennis asked. “Rebuild the city for yourselves?” “We never
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