re dawn. Stupid. Proba
e, the small choice, the choice that kept me alive b
n a stranger'
oman's wedd
quietly, methodicall
ces. I dressed in the dark a
ough the air itself was heavier and the flames were working harder. The temperature dropped three degree
the la
hing - labored, deliberate, the breathing of a man fo
ost missed it, a sound like cra
rse ma
the rest of the house slep
un around ou
appeared from nowhere with
ving through spaces wi
as doing its usual thing; reveali
e you been th
looked at the door, then at
n pain,
anged. Not surprise. Like h
ting me to end up in this cor
oon, but e
new is that you are standing outside his door at three in the mo
" I replie
n't kno
ut you're not sure I'm wrong
f draggin
the door changed - slower now, the
mity alone was
d whatever was behind that door w
register in his face - a fract
he had held f
at I expected,"
said. "That's always
that stretched slightly too
not approving, just remov
noc
nd suddenly, - the breathing
everythin
with pain and somethin
y from t
the wood. Steady. "I'm not here to fix
oor with my back against
e that was what Ironveil did; strip away the careful sane ch
ere for
rning on my neck had been relieved to a low
ind his door
eal k
silence that
now if it
yself it
lready
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