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Chapter 13: Ember Queen
The white fire stopped twenty feet from the farmstead.

Vasha stood in the center of the glass trail, her feet melting the ground beneath her. The borrowed tunic had charred at the edges, smoke rising from the hem. Her eyes were white—no orange, no red. Just white fire.

William stood between her and the farmhouse. His watch was in his hand, the second hand spinning.

Behind him, a woman grabbed a child and ran toward the eastern field. Another man...

Chapter 13: Ember Queen