The Seal Stone

When the seal stone reaches its true seal, the apocalypse must break. At the end of every apocalypse, there are lives lost. To whom does this honor belong? •I ran my finger around the circle of his tattoo one turn. "Do you feel?" ' I asked bitterly. "There's a big sign right here." If he spoke bravely, he would probably say stamp. Or damn. "You don't see it, but you feel it. It's right here. A rope that wraps you around you." My other hand slipped down Cesur's arm and my fingers tangled in his. “A web that connects everything,” I said, admiring his tattoo. "Just like me." •

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Chapter 41

I was relieved when he said, "People can't join the herd and their allegiances don't apply."

"I'd still like to carry your herd tattoo," I said in prayer.

"Do you know what I would like?" ' Brave asked. His arms were on his knees, swinging at his feet. His shoulders were slumped.

"What?"

His eyes focused on the ground found me. His eyes darkened for a moment. "No one. I'm sure I wouldn't want any of them. Neither do you." I was nervous. I still preferred a tattoo full of cobwebs over a raven. It was never in my hands whether I wanted it or not. "Now let me sleep."

When I woke up in the morning, Cesur was not in his place. I got up on my elbows and looked around. When my hands went through my hair, I was immediately overwhelmed with the desire to take a shower.

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