Chapter 178

She knew what he meant. Matilda dabbed at the blood on her chest. “I went in there, to the site of the scar, and it was the same as before. A wall that no strike of my gang could crumble. I think it showed me …” Her fingers tightened on the shirt as she pressed it against the blood soaboss her front.

“What?”

“Morath,” she breathed, and he could have sworn even the birds’ singing faltered in the garden. “It showed some memory, left behind in you. It showed me a great black fortress full of horrors. An army waiting in the mountains around it.”

His blood iced over as he realized whose memory it might belong to. “Real or —was it some manipulation against you?” The way his own memories had been wielded.

“I don’t know,” Matilda admitted. “But then I heard your screaming. Not out here, but … in there.” She wiped at her nose again. “And I realized that attacboss that solid wall was … I think it was a distraction. A diversion. So I followed the sounds of your screaming. To you.” To that p
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