We left Sandpoint at the crack of dawn, feeling like criminals fleeing from the crime scene. Peter escorted us to the barricade while the sky was still a deep shade of blue. We couldn’t risk a torch or people would see us moving. It was dark enough to hide our faces, but bright enough to keep on the narrow mountain road. From afar, we could see a gathering of torches and spears gathered around outside our home, blocked by a few soldiers.
“What are the soldiers holding them off?” Mark said.
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