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Strome…
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. The pale light of dawn had crept through the windows hours ago, but I had not moved. Neither had I slept. My body was exhausted, and my mind refused to quiet.
Effer's unease had seeped into me that night, along with a wariness that made my skin crawl.
Effer had essentially had a meeting with Slin earlier that evening. One Fashire missed, and Slin had tried to bring up a discussion about Paloma to the King. Effer had dissuaded him from it then and there, only to have a conversation with him privately that revealed something distressing.
My aunt…
At some point, I had started to believe I had no direct relation with Strome considering all that had happened, but…
Goosebumps riddled my skin as I stared at my hands.
I had spent the past few hours battling with what was true and what wasn't.
