Chapter 89 A Wolf Without a Pack

POV: Caelum

They come at dawn.

Not enemies. Not executioners.

Just people. From the City.

"We are escorting you south," one says. "Official border crossing. Making the exile formal."

"I am dying. Does it matter?"

"It matters. History will record it. You were judged. Sentenced. Exiled proper...

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