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Sorrel
Firelight played in the bars of my cage, mottling my bare arms as I chafed them. The wind whispered and whined around the rocky heights, cutting through my jerkin and breeches and tugging at my hair like a band of mischievous demons. My cage swayed in the wind.
Below, far below, down the path and away from the ledge, the warriors built a bonfire higher and higher. Huge logs were sacrificed to feed the fire. Dozens of warriors stood around it, drinking and eating meat and calling out encouragement to build the blaze higher and higher. They’d started the fire at the same time I’d been locked in the cage. A torture of light and heat too far away to feel.
Two warriors emerged from the path and my heart leapt up, only to sink again. These were not my warriors. One waited while the
