Ren ducked his head. “It belonged to Rose.” His oldest sister. Who had been butchered along with Rallen, the middle Allsbrook sibling, at the magic academy they’d attended. Near the border with Adarlan, the school had been directly in the path of invading troops. Even before magic fell, they would have had few defenses against ten thousand soldiers. Aedion didn’t let himself often remember the slaughter of Devellin—that fabled school. How many children had been there. How none had escaped. Ren had been close to both his elder sisters, but to high-spirited Rose most of all. “She would have
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Aww that’s so sad
