Chapter 29

Lysara's POV

"No."

The word slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

"No...no..."

Kneeling among the wet leaves, I emptied my satchel on the forest floor.

Bandages.

Dried herbs.

A waterskin.

No other supplies.

I checked every pocket of my cloak.

Every seam.

Every fold of ...

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