Chapter 80

Wren's POV

I laughed.

At first, it was just a low, bitter sound scraping from my throat. But then it grew-louder, harsher, echoing off the blood-splattered walls of the infirmary like a dying beast's cry.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and bitter, mixing with the blood on my face. I could taste both salt and iron. It felt like I'd clawed my way out of a grave just to die all over again.

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