place will vanish like a speck of dust in the path of a flood, and then our people will come home.”

“Come home?” Nathaniel asked. “What do you mean?”

Darkmoor opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. His eyes rolled back in his head.

“Answer me!” Nathaniel barked, grabbing Darkmoor by the collar. “Where are our people going?”

Darkmoor coughed, a violent spurt of blood erupted from his mouth onto Nathaniel’s forearms, and then his head flopped sideways.

Nathaniel let him go and stood up, dizzy with Darkmoor’s final words. The world began to spin around him. He gripped his stomach. It felt like it had been put through a shredder. He could feel blood trickling down his legs.

“They’re coming,” ...

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