“Today… is the sixth,” Cerina said. “The sixth of Wheat Month by the ancient calendar.”

My breath stuck in my throat, and I braced myself as tears rushed up my eyes.

“We have two days.”

***

Hanging against the cliff, I kept telling myself not to look down, to focus on going up. We were not far from the top. I could do this.

“I don’t understand.” Soren’s voice echoed from below me as he followed me up the cliff, finding holes ...