What direction is the question?’ Phoebe said. “Dior breathed deep, gaze roaming from Celene, to Phoebe, to me. I could see the choices before her, all the paths she might take. Southward to the war-torn wastes of Ossway, and the protection Phoebe promised in the Highlands. Northwest to León, a fortress that offered safety, but none of the answers she needed. Or west toward Master Jènoah and whatever truth and peril that trusting my sister would bring. “To risk her life. Or risk the world.
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