sound the bugle now

amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind She is left with more questions and no answers, a spinning head and a bewildered heart. What does it mean--? But it doesn't matter now, for around her the world is changing faster than she can think. Frey is right: she is too late, did too little, and now they will have to pay the price, whatever that may be. Slick with sweat and reeking of sex, Amalia shoves her quivering body back into her clothes, her dark eyes never leaving the horizon- a horizon she can see. She needs to find Rory and Jigano, to make sure they are alright. She needs to check on her bakery, on the Spire, on the people. She needs to figure out what happens now, how to atone for her mistakes-- Amalia trips and falls to the ground, landing, exhausted, on her back. The world is spinning, and the stars... the stars... The stars are so very bright. She does not move to stand again. There are a million things she has to do, but first, for the first time in her life, unhindered by a barrier, a cage for her ancestor's mistakes- Amalia needs to see the sky. the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes

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