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... d of a coffin’s lid, a presence like a bottled thunderstorm echoing outward. The soul seemed to leave the ballroom as the announcer’s words echoed like a reaper’s judgment.
High Vicar Varadoth, I thought, fear spiking through my body. An instinctual part of me prepared to run or fight or hide, the name of the Doctrination’s head sending chills along my body. But before I could do anything else, he stepped into the room.
In contrast to his heartfire’s storming pulse, Varadoth’s fo ...
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