Naia asked, running to hug her brother. She frowned when she felt his arms against her shoulders. His embrace was cold to the touch, almost like stone, even through the fabric of his tunic. She pressed her hand against his arms, but the coldness refused to dissipate. “What’s happened to you?” “I’ve been lost in the forest for days,” he said. “I’m trying to find my way back to the castle.” “But you’re a soldier, shouldn’t you know . . .” Naia trailed off, stepping back. Something had flickered in Gurjin’s eyes, deep within, invisible except to the eyes of her heart. She could feel something was wrong. He didn’t react to her retreat, remaining where he’d been standing, arms at his side. The wind ruffled the trees above, and moonlight fell through, hitting spots on his tunic and face. In that brief moment she saw his skin was pale, his eyes deep and hollow, and his tunic, so recently resplendent in its ornament and fine embroidery, lay in tatters.
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