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CHAPTER 18 - A SHED IN THE WOODS
ALAENA’S POV I have seen —a lot of strange things these last few weeks. But—nothing prepared me for seeing Roy Silvermane show emotion. It unraveled before my eyes in the most bizarre circumstance, but whoever “Old Man Titus” is surely meant a lot to Roy. The rain did not give up. If anything, it had only become heavy, as continuous drumming drummed against the trees, we followed the old man Titus through the curved forest path. Roy was next to him, his normal rigorous performance softened in a way, the way I was not used to. And Titus, age-ridden but with sharp eyes, talked to him like an old friend instead of some untouchable warrior. I put a few steps behind, looking at them, still trying to piece together what Roy Silvermane was like when he was not wearing that mask of apathy.
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