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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
The smell of blood within the cave made Silas stomach turn, and he finally went to stand in the entrance, watching the sun come up and transform the vast mountain vistas into something truly awe inspiring. He let the beauty wash over him, let the brisk, fresh air cleanse him from what he had experienced. What he had done. He had been a warrior for years, killed his share of Hibernian and even other of his kin during the civil wars, but never had he felt this degree of soul searching. He could not understand this turnabout. Was it because he had almost murdered someone who had risked her own life to help them? Was it because he had killed a sleeping being, one who had not been able to fight back? Yet awake, that single huge Hibernian would have been more than a match for Silas and Rio both
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