The High Priest appeared at the edge of the field at some point, her voice flat and unenthusiastic. "It seems you no longer wish to hear news of your partner."
Having spent a few days with the High Priest, Isabella had vaguely grasped her speaking style, which instantly reminded her of her beloved.
The morning light ended in the depressing twilight; the thrill of revenge was like a fleeting spark in the dark night.
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