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Chapter 16 – Faces in the Mist

Zara stood in the courtyard just before dawn, barefoot on the dewy stones, her robe fluttering in the cold wind. She hadn't slept again. She barely slept these days.

Because every time she closed her eyes, he was there.

The faceless man.

Sometimes in a forest clearing. Sometimes in a candlelit room ...