![]() A cluster of Alfsigr Elfin scholars silently pass by without even a cursory glance my way, their ivory cloaks wrapped tight as they glide like phantoms through the gauzy veil of falling snow. I struggle to catch my breath, the full force of Gardneria suddenly pressing down, threatening to engulf everyone I love. Pellets of snow fall from the pitch-black sky, their icy points needling the exposed skin of my face and hands as the torch spits crackling sparks into the frozen air. My steps slow, and tears sting at my eyes as I come to a halt beside a torch post and brace myself against it. ![]() A sudden rush of emotion swamps over me at the thought of Yvan leaving for good. He needs to get out of the Western Realm, too. And like Tierney, Yvan clearly has Fae blood. Yvan was the one who suggested that I go to our history teacher, so Yvan must know about Professor Kristian’s connection to the Resistance. ![]() I have to tell him that Professor Kristian and Vice Chancellor Quillen are going to help my friend Tierney and her family escape to the Eastern Realm. Instead, I’m overcome by a renewed sense of urgency and purpose. ![]() I pull my cloak taut, no longer daunted by the wanted posters nailed up all over the city. Vice Chancellor Quillen’s words echo in my mind as I bow my head against the driving wind and hurry through the torchlit University streets. ![]()
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