Chapter 29

  Lysara's POV

  "No."

  The word slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

  "No...no..."

  Kneeling among the wet leaves, I emptied my satchel on the forest floor.

  Bandages.

  Dried herbs.

  A waterskin.

  No other supplies.

  I checked every pocket of my cloak.

  Every seam.

  Every fold of ...

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