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we lost Tuva, and so many others. We had to respond.

Or so I thought.

We had no right to ride into their city and expect them to thank us for offering “protection” in the form of chains. We had no right to assume the Ashkarian way of life was superior or would suit them better than their own traditions and beliefs.

We lumber past the obliterated palace, which is where we spot the first of the imperial guards. The majority of the shepherds remain hidden in the debris, while a group of us sneak closer, pressed along the walls beneath a blanket of darkness.

There are several dozen soldiers milling between the outbuildings at the rear of the royal estate—an entire little city of barns and barracks and guesthouses that avoided destruction during the siege. Except now I’m not ignorant enough to believe their “survival” was coincidental.

The Sky King had this planned all along.

“Do you think they know about the Sky King? And Sagaan?” Serik asks.

I watch them, smoking their lichen pipes and drinking their steaming ale. They certainly don’t look like warriors who’ve recently learned of the fall of their empire. But they could be keeping up pretenses to fool the Chotgori, until instructions and reinforcements arrive.

Beyond the outbuildings, heaps of dark earth, taller than any building in Sagaan—including the Sky Palace—pepper the snowy expanse. At the base of every mound, a gorge is cut into the earth, wide and deep enough to hold an entire battalion of warriors. Never-ending lines of Chotgori workers file in and out of the pits, some pulling carts loaded with rubble. Others stoop beneath the weight of enormous boulders, which they unload into a massive circular furnace—the source of the oppressive black smoke. The Chotgori workers are so caked with dirt and soot, their vibrant red-and-gold hair is the color of clay and dried mud. Their skin is almost as dark as mine and Temujin’s, when they’re naturally almost as pale as the Zemyans.

A host of imperial guards hang over the railings and patrol the rims of the mines. Their numbers may be fewer than ours, but they are trained and well-fed and haven’t been traipsing through the bitter cold for weeks.

“How do we even begin to stop this?” Bultum asks when we rejoin the group and describe the conditions. “We’ll never be able to contend with that many imperial warriors.”

“Which is why you need the help of the Shoniin and Zemyans,” Temujin declares, earning him a swat across the head from Serik.

“If your ‘allies’ are so honorable and dependable, why haven’t they come for you?” Serik asks.

“I’m certain they’ve sent search parties,” Temujin fires back, but the defensiveness in his voice hardly suggests certainty. “They’re coming.”

Serik laughs. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, deserter. As for a way to take out the guards … that furnace is all the ammunition we need. We escort the workers from the mines under the cover of darkness, as Enebish did at the war front, then lure the guards close to the refinery and I’ll blow it to pieces. Boom! Laborers freed, adversaries vanquished, mines collapsed, all in one explosion.”

I slap my palm to my forehead. “Why do your plans always involve blowing things up?”

“Because it’s effective,” Serik proclaims. “And because I’m a Sun Stoker. It all makes so much sense now.”

I roll my eyes and give him a tender, but firm, shove. “The guards will notice if there’s suddenly only a trickle of prisoners carting rocks back and forth. We’ll be much better off entering the mines beneath the cover of darkness and rallying the laborers to rise against the imperial warriors with us, as planned.”

The group is quiet, fidgeting. Most of them won’t even look at me, and the few who do are shaking their heads.

“I know it seems more daunting now that we’re here, but with the Chotgori workers, we’ll outnumber the imperial warriors at least three to one. And they’re already armed with shovels and picks.”

“If it were only about numbers, the Chotgori would have risen against the imperial warriors long ago,” Iree exclaims.

“Maybe not.” I force my voice to stay strong with conviction. “Maybe they haven’t attempted to rebel because they feared they would just be recaptured and punished if they tried. But once they learn the empire has fallen, once they see all of us—”

“They’ll know there’s no hope!” Azamat calls, which earns several hysterical laughs and a death glare from me.

“Once they see all of us,” I repeat, “they’ll have no reason not to rise. It’s the best opportunity they could hope for.”

I twist my tunic through my fingers and hold my breath, waiting for at least one person to nod with reluctant agreement. To be the pebble that starts the ripple through the pond.

But it’s Emani who eventually speaks. “We’re going to die, aren’t we?” she wails.

And the group devolves into chaos.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

GHOA

FIVE EXHAUSTING DAYS LATER WE FINALLY CROSS FROM Zemya into Ashkar.

There’s no jarring shift in the landscape to delineate one country from the other. In fact, the transition between the rocky, weed-littered fields to the lush, sprawling grasslands is almost seamless. As if the earth is somehow blissfully unaware of the chasm that exists between our people—the centuries of endless war. There aren’t even any sentries patrolling the border, since there’s no border to speak of. Not with the Zemyans occupying Sagaan and a good majority of our cities.

But I sense the change immediately—the welcoming tug of my country. My boots sink deeper into the dark soil. My spine straightens, lengthening toward the infinite sky. And the icy core in my chest, which has been steadily hardening since my escape, crackles with recognition.

I glance over at Ivandar, curious to see if he felt the shift. If his love for his country runs as deeply as mine.

But of course it doesn’t.

He’s plodding along, more concerned with rubbing his shivering arms and moaning through his chattering teeth than noticing the terrain—and it isn’t even cold enough to snow yet! I smirk

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