"There was a trail, following her.

Nothing tangible, but a trail nonetheless. A path lined with broken things and bodies, blood and bile, fathers and friends. Caelifera seemed to trail a wake of bitterness and destruction and the footprints that hadpaced parallel to her own always diverged to muddy graves or sheer drops, to fire or steel.

Some she had pushed. Others she had chased. But none remained."

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