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Arcana Rising Kresley Cole 14970K 2023-09-01

The slavers gave prisoners four hours a night to sleep, but I refused to pass out I couldn’t stand the night forthem

I squeezed hosts even louder

Malass Her rosary beads whispering as I took them frounfire when she shot herself

I heard the folks in hter and music Everyone had been happy Hopeful

Over and over, I heard Selena’s scream of fury: "Emperor!" She’d sensed Richter a split-second before he’d struck

I replayed her fierce look as she’d shovedhorse into an abandoned h rotted planks down into that deep shaft just as the blast had hit

Radio bustedlava chasing h the mountain and out the other sidein shackles

Slavers had sold eline hauntedor the dead? I’d led her right to the Eh away froht yes, so back and forth

Death hadn’t been far He ht’ve sensed the Emperor’s approach like Selena had Domīnija could’ve used his unnatural speed to rescue Evie

I would give anything to know she was okay Would sell ot excited, they shiined them all lit up when she’d talked to hed, and ht before the blast--

My eyes flashed open in the dihosts? I couldn’t ht with the slavers, I was still seeing double--which was how I’d gotten this fever in the first place Desperate to escape, squinting in the dark, I’d swungood chunk of flesh At best, half ofwould be lost to infection What use would the overseers have for a slave who couldn’t mine salt? None They’d slit my throat and feed me to the rest

Probably why the other prisoners avoided me

’Cause I was already dead

The whisper returned: "Hunter"

The hallucinations were getting worse Losing