“That won’t be needed,” Tristan suddenly heard Shailiha say. The needed spell lives in the medallions—not intheir owners’ blood. As the queen held her babyclose, Clarice cooed sweetly. Afterwiping his mouth, he smiled.
The Minions are digging them free as we speak. As the hours pass, I struggle with the decision about whether to carry on to the Citadel. The dark cloud stopped spinning and vanished. “Blasphemer!” she shouted.
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