Chapter 47
Author: John T White
last update2025-07-28 17:05:10

He stepped in, way too close, and leaned into her ear. Dropping his voice into a whisper that still felt loud. “Because you will tell me.”

Serakai turned her head just enough to let her breath graze his cheek. Her voice was steady. Icy. “You’re not getting anything from me.”

Varohn pulled back with a smile like he’d just been complimented. “Ah, the rebel heart,” he muttered. “How poetic.”

The guards behind them snorted as they started hauling everyone toward the cart with clanged shackles, opening the wooden gate with a reluctant creak. And they were shoved in, one by one without care

The bulls impatiently kicked once and the gate slammed shut.

With every slow wheel spin, the cart's old wooden joints groaned as it squeaked onward. In the dry, dead air, dust rose like smoke as it moved from underneath it. With their feet hitting the soft-packed sand and their tails twitching from the flies flying around their sides, the bulls pulling the caged cart snorted as they stamped.

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