How not to explore ancient temples, advanced lesson.
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“Follow that light,” Anqearo told Thono. The big man grunted as he carried her broken form, proof of his own injuries from the cave-in.
They hadn’t found Daerona in the rubble. Anqearo prayed for him.
There—stairs leading out of the ancient temple, to daylight. Anqearo sobbed in relief, squealing as pain racked her chest.
If they could reach the donkeys, get her pack, they might yet survive.
But no. Both donkeys were gone, and most of their bags. All her herbs. Only her spellbooks remained.
Daerona. He’d abandoned them.
Anqearo grimaced. She would live to make him regret this.
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