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The voice in my head slipped through my mind, like wind whistling through a window.
My thoughts spun, leaves in a windstorm.
“How do you manage it?” She shrugged, crossing a dirty boot over her knee. “I tell myself I am stronger than my doubts—that I’m good. Even if it doesn’t always feel that way.”
Ravyn stood with the rest of the Destriers, forcing all the fear and pain and longing deep behind the cracking wall of stone he’d built over his heart.
