The subconscious understands

Dahlia waited, rubbing her arms. At the very least, even when moving was tiring, it was warmer than sitting. Now everything became colder and colder.

When the next group passed, one of the older men made her stand up. “He’s gone, darlin’. Let’s go.”

Dahlia left her father and all of his baggage behind her. This left her with nothing. Nothing but where all of the small ragtag groups of people ended up.

Castlehaven.

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