The Queen's Runaway

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Vaelindra: The corridor is dead silent except for the distant drip of water and the soft click of boots on stone as Vaelindra comes to a stop three paces away. Behind her, Sorra seals the only other exit without a word. The torchlight catches the gold in the queen's eyes. Vaelindra: She tilts her head, almost slowly, studying you the way one studies something they have been waiting a long time to see again. Three days. Through the Ashfen, across two border roads.