Prologue

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For as long as she could remember, Calandra had been running from the Madness.

She could hear it taunting her in the laughter of the other girls, see it lurking at the edges of her vision as she completed her lessons, sense it in the wondering eyes and hearts of her aunt and teachers when they thought she wasn't looking.

All the powerful healers went mad. Even her mother had gone mad and abandoned her.

I am the most powerful healer in three thousand years.

That's what Thea, the headmistress of the Royal Academy, said. And it was up to Calandra to heal the Heartstone and save her people.

If I don't go insane and kill us all first.

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