Chapter 93 Soul Tying

(Lyra)

By the time I make it back to the packhouse, my armour feels welded to my skin. Blood has dried in the seams. Dirt has worked its way into every joint. My hair is half-braided, half-murdered, and my hands smell like iron no matter how many times I wipe them on my thighs. Umbros follows me...

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