Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Kora rode along, staring vacantly at the backs of Landor and Calandoe, bobbing atop their horse.
Landor pushed them forward, unrelenting, in a race against time.
She didn’t care.
All the traveling. All the fighting. All the struggles. And Gram was dead anyway.
Gram. Her last tether to this world.
First her father. Now Gram.
As she rode, not a single note played in her head. Not a single tune.
The music was gone.