Chapter 35 WHEN THE BLOOD STARTED WHISPERING BACK

The first death wasn't loud.

He didn’t scream.

He didn’t fight.

He simply stopped.

Stopped walking midway across the courtyard.

Stopped blinking.

Stopped being.

His name was Thoren.

Not old. Not weak.

Not one of the fearful ones.

Thoren had been a loyal guard since he was sixteen.

Carried me...

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