Prologue

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I run on quick, but silent feet. My knees scraping on the loose gravel, as I hold Talon, his head lolling to the side, I hear him wispier my name, 

"Bianca, find them..."

"What?" I say leaning closer.

"Find them, the seven, find the camp," Talon says. His last breath a puff of smoke in the cold air, and his eyes closed for what will be the last time.

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