"You went to the citadel," Meralin said. The words were a stone. "You were inside for a week."
Without a doubt.
Eralin stared at the last line. Rain was falling outside her cottage window—the same soft gray drizzle that had once made her weep with unnamed joy. Now she felt nothing but a small, efficient ping: Weather detected. Close window? Y/N. eralin meralin part 2 updated