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CHAPTER 035

RHYS’S POINT OF VIEW

I leaned against the frozen railing just outside the war room, arms crossed, breath fogging in the night. I could hear the faint clatter of pots in the kitchens far below, smell burnt stew and grease. I hated that smell. Reminded me of the slop they fed us back when ...