The next couple days passed both slowly and quickly. Adelynn’s body felt less achey each day, but her nerves doubled with every sunrise.
Two meals were brought for her each day, always by a different Firewalker. And each time the same meal as before. The Firewalkers said nothing to her and Adelynn found herself losing track of time.
She had spent hours staring out the windows at Enadell. She was high up - too high to easily understand how Neba had got in and out of the window. And below her was the glinting white city.
She could see Firewalkers moving about the streets - small figures from her vantage point - their faces covered by hoods to protect them from the heat of the sun. Adelynn watched them walk from one building, then another, seeing only fragments of their day-to-day lives....
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