C312 LOOK AT THE SCARS, MY KING

The gate to the Blood Farm was cold and wet. Damon pushed it open with one hand while he held the thin King with the other. The iron made a long, sad sound as it moved. Aria stepped inside and her heart stopped.

This was not just a farm. It was a cage for people.

Rows of wooden beds sat in the mud. There were no blankets. There were no pillows. Small lanterns hung from the poles