Category: All These Broken Things
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The next time Alessia woke it was in pain. Not the sharp heat of a raging infection, but the steady ache of a wound healing clean. Stella was gone, but Dottie had been left behind. Alessia smiled at the small act of comfort. She groaned as she rolled onto her back. Odrian was at her…
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Alessia drifted in and out of consciousness, unable to fully wake. Her shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat. She couldn’t remember if she had mentioned the injury to Odrian the night before. She certainly hadn’t told him her concerns about potential infection. She hadn’t thought of it in the wake of Stella’s fever. She’d just been…
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The tent was organized chaos. Maps pinned with daggers, a half-strung bow in the corner, and Dionys sprawled across a bedroll, gripping a spear even in sleep. Odrian didn’t hesitate. He nudged Dionys’s ribs with his foot. “Wake up, we’ve got guests,” he said. He shot a wry glance at Alessia. “One has a demon’s…
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Odrian hated thieves. Spies were useful. Enemies were visible. Deserters were predictable. Thieves were a nuisance. A coin glittered in the moonlight, half-buried in the dirt. The thief had been working the camp for months. He had assumed they were a soldier supplementing rations, or a deserter trading goods for passage. But this thief was…