“You’re dead. I attended the statue they dedicated to you. To your victory over the dragon.”
“You have me confused. My name is Winter.” My heart beat so fast I could almost hear it.
“Mammae?” my son asked.
I glanced back at the unconscious callificars. “I must go, Ser Knight. You have enough to clean up without me getting in the way.”
But he didn’t move.
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