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Every single mortal got one hundred years of supposed bliss.
Fly away from here, like the ravens.
But I didn’t break then, and I wouldn’t break now. They’d have to kill me before I let them douse the fire in my heart.
“What did he do to you?” the Mist King repeated in a soft, dangerous voice that curled across me like the mists.
“Our world wasn’t always permanently drenched in mist and shadow, Tessa.”
For a moment, all that mattered was this and him and all that remained unsaid between us.
It had all been a lie.
