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back for revenge.�
5454545 e riders spurred their horses into a trot, circling Riven and crushing the
even trenches she had dug that morning. The leader carried a rigid bundle wrapped
in cloth over the back of his mount. Riven�s eyes followed that horse as the others
moved around her, their hooves compacting the loose earth back into cold, hard
clay.
21212 gave the plow blade a final glance. Two riders carried crossbows. She would
be taken down before she reached even one of them. Her fingers itched to touch the
potential weapon, but her mind begged them to be still.
dfsdfsdf quickened in her muscles. A body long trained to fight would not
surrender so easily to peace. A deafening rush of blood began to pound in her ears.
You will die, it roared, but so will they.
�Leave her be!� The voice of the farmer�s wife was strong from calling in errant
cows and it rang out over the field, breaking Riven from her self-destructive urge.
�Asa, hurry. You must do something.�Riven looked up from plow blade to the old
couple. The lines on their faces already carried so much pain. She would not bring
them more. She could not. Riven tried to hold onto the image, the two of them
leaning into one another, each holding the other up. It was a moment of fragile
defiance before they knew something would be taken. When the old man wiped a sleeve
across his wet cheek, she had to turn away.
fdsdfsdfsds toward the leader of the riders. She met his smug grin with a cold
stare and let the steel close over her skin.
122121 orry, dyeda,� the farmer�s wife called out. Riven could hear the taut hope
in her voice. It was too