Chapter 27 The Weight Of Ashes

• Hannah's Point of View
• The packhouse had never felt smaller.
• I stood in the corridor outside the healer's room, my back pressed against the cool stone wall, listening to the muffled sounds of movement within. The healers—three of them, led by a stern woman named Marta—had been tending to Adam for over an hour. Every few minutes, one of them would emerge to fetch more supplies, their faces tight with concentration.