The next pages stuck together. When Linsora managed to separate them, she saw brown smears all over the page.
The smears blotted some words, but it could still be read. “Time is short. We must leave Khizara within hours. Our attack was expected. I think we were lured to the city. I think the rumors of their attack on us were false, but started by them to force us to make the first move. I think we surprised them by not being slaughtered. We killed many of them. They killed many of my people. My wife is dead. My brother is dead. At least my children and my sister are safe. Before leaving the city, I saw the Prefecture building in flames.
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