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Chapter 82: The One Blessed By Blood

Sethlzaar looked up from his veils, shaken from his surprise.

She was old. Very old. Her weathered skin, leathery from age, drooped on both sides of her face where her cheeks hid beneath it all. It fell so low that it dangled with each facial movement. And she walked with a cane. Her hand trembled as she moved the cane, and when she walked towards his bed he was reminded of Cynth. He wondered if she was dying, too.

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