Chapter 16 The Place Where The Sun Never Rises

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I rise from the bed, tie my boots, and pull my hair into a bun. This commoner disguise was the best I could manage to conceal my identity—not that it mattered where we were headed. They didn’t care either way.

I’d been trying to get Eleanor out of my head, burying myself in work wh...

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