Chapter 11: Whispers of Fianna

The tavern erupted.

The name—my name cracked through the room like lightning, and everything after was thunder.

“Fianna?” someone gasped.

“The Moonstone girl…” another whispered.

“No, she’s dead.”

“She can’t be dead if she’s standing there.”

Whispers grew into a rising wave, crashing against wall...

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