We left Crowmere before the sun finished crawling over the hills.
The last fires were still breathing smoke through the ribs of the cathedral when Rena opened the gate. Her blades crossed in front of the shattered altar, black light braided between them, then tore a wound in the air. The smell of ash became the smell of iron and old thunder. Cold wind rushed from the cut as if the world were exhaling.
"Home," Selena said, voice low. Her halberd tapped stone, leaving a trail of frost that hissed when it touched the gate's edge.
"Move," I said.
