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... as the cart followed a winding dirt track through the foothills. Tyron sat in his customary position toward the back, a femur held in his hands as he passed it back and forth, trying to focus his mind on it.
He’d been this way for hours, and Dove was starting to get sick of it.
“What crawled up your arse and died?” he demanded.
“W-what?” the young mage looked up, surprised.
The skull that contained the Summoner's spirit sat wedged between two bags of bones so it ...
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