She had seen devastation before. She had been in Livingston at the height of Kalleyso’s reign of terror, but somehow, back then, it hadn’t seemed so bad. With no small amount of shame, she realized that, to her, those horrors belonged in violent adyn countries, far across the ocean. Not here. Not where she had rocked her babies to sleep and taught them their first words. Not where she had met Hyori. Not where she had laughed at Setsuko’s jokes and cooking. For so many years, Misaki had thought she would never belong in Takayubi, but somehow, while she hadn’t been paying attention, this place
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