FIFTY FOUR

CIARA'S POV

We walked to the receiving chamber, my heart beating faster with each step. I kept picturing Sarah's face—not as I'd last seen her, clueless and soft on that final night, but as she'd been in our academy days: bright-eyed and fierce.

The doors swung open, and there she was.

Sarah Morg...

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