“The leaders of every southern city died at once, alongside my friends. And that was not the end of it. The toxin was a magical one, devised in Cheimhold. It crawled from person to person like a plague, and each body it touched served as fuel, enabling it to spread farther. Within hours, the entire city was infected—people dropping and dying in the street, in their houses. Only those with allegiance to the rebels had been given an antidote.” “How did you survive?” His fingers close around the bedpost. “I was able to burn the poison out of my lungs. I had to keep doing it over and over, as more
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