Delia Winterchild had come back from the war. Her twin, Darius, had not. She trailed alongside Elliot, dragging her feet as the crowd raced triumphantly ahead. He looked at her and was almost ashamed that he was so glad his people had come home safe. “I’m really sorry,” he said. “He was a brave soldier,” said Delia, squaring her shoulders as if that gave her some comfort. “And he’s lying in the ground while everyone cheers for the untouchable Sunborns.” Elliot reached for her hand. She looked surprised, but after a moment she let him. Her hand was chilly in his. They walked back to the camp
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