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LINCOLN
By the time I get to the letter H in the Master Encyclopedia Of Demons, Myla is fast asleep. It takes some hours, but I finally nod off as well.
In my dreams, I’m hunting through a night forest with Goliath. The Beryl Xyston is gripped in my left hand. We’re tracking something. It’s not a demon, but it’s very important.
I follow a trail to a hilltop. Goliath and I break past a line of trees and into a clearing. The grassy space is filled with nobles.
I step around in a slow circle. What are my nobles doing here? They rarely leave Antrum. In the way of dreams, their faces are distorted, as if I’m seeing them in fun house mirrors.
The Earl of Kingsbury grabs my sleeve. “Where’s my demon patrol route?”
I shake him off and stay on my trail. It leads to the other side of the c
