Chapter 18 Chapter 18

Seraphina

THE PAIN STARTED at the base of my skull and radiated outward like a crack in ice.

I knelt on the frozen ground behind Dobrin's lean-to, hands flat on my thighs, eyes closed. He'd told me to breathe — slowly, from the belly, the way the old rites described. To turn my attention inward. T...

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