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Wings Beneath the Wanted Man

In the Kingdom of Valdris, magic does not just get you imprisoned — it gets you burned at the crossroads while the village watches. You have spent twenty-three years making yourself invisible, clipping your own wings back until they ache, and smiling at Witchfinders like you have nothing to hide. Then a wanted man with blood on his coat and a royal death warrant in his name crashes through the waystation door and locks it behind him — and the Witchfinder patrol outside stops directly in front of the building. Neither of you can leave. Neither of you can afford to be found. And he has just seen the faint shimmer of your wings in the lamplight.