But in the end,his death served a noble purpose. The fare took al their capital, but they were happy as they stood in the stern watching the spruce and balsamcovered hil of Mackinac disappear into the lake. “If you and the Conclave can defeat this final threat to your side of the world, your wizards mustthen alter your blood signature,” she said. “Blasphemer!” she shouted.
Then she felt something inside her slip. “Is this worth the risk?” she asked. “As a gesture of thelove and respect that exists between you, I now ask that the traditional tokens be exchanged. “Read it for yourself.
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