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... d charred flesh lingered in the air like a bitter perfume.
Marcellus stood over Madame Greyheart’s crumpled body, her lifeless eyes still wide with terror, her mouth twisted in a final, silent scream. A twitch of a smile played on his lips.
He clenched his fists slowly, feeling the raw pulse of power snake through his veins like liquid fire. His magic, once dulled after Kaelos attacked him at the Charity Ball and left him badly injured, now surged renewed with the life force he’d ...
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