Now, in the present, Ralph leaned on the railing, the wind tearing at his cloak. He had tried to stop. He had tried to break free. But Aldric's messengers always found him, constantly reminding him that he was bounded to Aldric as a slave. And tomorrow's plan, the attack through the mountain pass, has already been sent to Bloodfang. He could not undo it, irrespective of how badly he wanted to. He closed his eyes, whispering to himself. "I am deeply sorry, Edwin... I swear, I tried not to be a part of this downfall, but my hands are tied. " Behind him, footsteps echoed. Tiara's raven had landed on the railing, her letter still bound to its leg. He untied it, curious, and as he read the first lines, his blood ran cold. "When the moon bleeds again, the one you trust most will lead you to the edge." He stared at the words for a long time, his
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