“Hughes Jorie Felwynn stared down at her father’s fresh grave and did not shed a single tear. There was no marker yet, just a stick with a piece of cloth tied to it with his name, Jaxson Felwynn, written in charcoal, which would likely wash away with the next rain. Jorie sighed. She wasn’t looking forward to returning to the tiny village of Wintervale, and she definitely wasn’t looking forward to dealing with the rest of her family. Truth be told, it had been the best day of her life whe...n her father had given her an old horse and enough money to ride to Haven and apply to the Healer’s Collegium. He had been a stern man, often given to excessive drinking once the work was done, but he’d been looking out for her when he sent her away. “Probably won’t be good enough to get in,” he’d told her the day she had left. “But I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t give you the chance to get out of here and live a life you choose.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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