Epilogue
Dear Yaseema,
I keep remembering your face when the door closed, and I wish I could kiss away your tears. When I’m not thinking of that, I imagine you destroying the wall and freeing your people.
You promised you would search for a way to lift the barrier on the Mountain. But I don’t want you to do that.
I want you to live.
I love you too much for you not to live.
—Letter from Kiyan to Yaseema, unsent
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