It was brief. It was simple. It was so full of truth, too, that I only allowed Creon to read it before I folded it shut, sealed it, and shoved it beneath Tared’s bedroom door – a little piece of my soul I wasn’t sure I could share with anyone but those it was meant for. To the city consuls – My mother first told me about the White City when I was five winters old and starving. I dreamed of travelling north for fifteen years, until I learned of my fae ancestry and understood I would never be allowed to set foot within your walls. Faekind took many things from me, but my future is the one I
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