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Chapter 14: What We Carry
William ran.

Not toward the slope where the Censors were dragging Vasha's limp body. Not toward Vervain's triumphant grey robes. The opposite way. Back toward the farmstead. Back toward the smoking barn and the cracked stone wall and the dead vegetable patch.

Sera stood frozen for a heartbeat. Then she ran after him.

"William! Where are you going? We need to follow them!"

He didn't stop. He crossed the glass field, boots crunching, and dropped...

Chapter 14: What We Carry