Adolin had to stumble and crawl to climb that pile of corpses. At the top, they found two bodies. Unarmored. Taln, the Herald, knelt here with his head back, speared with a dozen lances, which propped up his corpse—his hand still holding the crushed skull of a dead Fused. In death, he was covered in blood, his face tipped toward the sky and his mouth open as if in a shout. Leaning against him from behind, nestled among the bodies as if looking for a place to rest, was Ash, a bloodied and chipped sword in her lap. She was smiling. Bleeding from a good two dozen hits, she looked at Adolin, who
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