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Chapter 36
Author: John T White
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“You have a sister?”

The question slid out of Rokhen’s mouth like a knife meant to cut more than curiosity. He didn’t even look at Varohn when he said it—his head turned half-back toward the others, trailing his voice into the heat-thick air that hung like a smothering veil over the sand-swept arena.

Yareni didn’t even blink. “Rokhen…” she snapped with a dry tone filled with winds of warning. “Just focus on the eerie man in front of you.”

She was crouched on one knee, fingers stained red as she yanked a splinter of bloodied wood from Amara's forearm. The sand drank the drops in silence. She wrapped the wound with a strip of dark cloth with calm and clinical movements, like shared pain was just another inconvenience. One she’d long grown used to.

Varohn, standing alone a few meters away, was seething.

Being ignored wasn’t something he tolerated well. Not after what it took to get here. Not after all he’d done.

He slammed his massive sword into the sand with a guttural growl. A pulse of
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