Chapter 87 - Carry my Fire

LIRA

I ran.

The skirts of my night cloak tangled around my legs as I tore down the corridor, my breath burning in my chest, my pulse pounding so loudly I was certain the guards could hear it. Behind me, boots struck stone.

“Stop!” someone shouted.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

I turned sharply, slippi...

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