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The scream cut through the quiet of the stronghold like shattering glass.

It came from the children’s wing, sharp and raw, the sound of someone who had seen something no child should ever have to carry.

Aria was out of bed and down the hall before the echo faded, Malphas right behind her, their feet silent on the stone floors. The guards at the door stepped aside instantly, their faces tight with worry.

Inside the room, Fenris was thrashing upright in her bed, tangled in blankets, her chest heaving, sweat soaking her hair and nightshirt. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, seeing something still there even though she was...