“I found a stream and tried to wash the blood out of my clothes, but most of it had already stained. I wandered for a few hours until I found a road, and eventually a group of men came across me. When I told them I couldn’t remember anything, they offered me shelter in their village and food for the evening. One of them thought he recognized me, said I’d probably been attacked and beaten by bandits. They seemed like good people at the time.” Caeden grimaced at that. “The next day word came that my village had been wiped out. Someone had gone through the town and put everyone to death.
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