Chapter 21 THE WEIGHT OF CENTURIES

“Put the sword down, Scar,” I rasped, hands still raised, legs barely holding me up. My whole body felt like it had been dragged through hell and back. “It’s me. I’m here. I fought my way out this time.”

Scar didn’t move. His sword stayed leveled at my throat, steady as stone. The axe hung ready in...

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