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Isla I froze in place, my feet glued to the spot with fear and confusion. I should move. I needed to move, but why couldn’t I? I dared a small peek over my shoulder and clamped down on a scream. A tall, gangly man with long stringy hair was walking casually toward me without a damned care in the world. I knew he must have been a rogue, even though I’d never encountered one since Silver Moon became my home. Run - Adrastea pleaded, begged, not for the first time. I forced my feet to move, even though they felt like lead. I was too slow; my body was so consumed by fear my mind couldn't command my feet fast enough. I took a few steps forward, a slight jolt of relief flooded through me when my feet started to find their rhythm. I must have only taken a few steps, though, because somethi