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Chapter 9: The Badge and the Burning
The morning light came through the farmhouse windows, pale and thin.

William sat at the kitchen table, the same table where Katla had spread her papers, the same chairs where Sera had spilled coffee. A small leather pouch lay in front of him. He hadn't opened it yet.

Sera stood by the window, looking out at the fields. She had slept in the spare room, on a cot that creaked every time she moved. Her hair was combed. The borrowed shirt and...

Chapter 9: The Badge and the Burning