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The island wasn’t on a map, at least not on any human’s map.
It was a tiny little thing in the middle of the South Atlantic Ocean. At least it wasn’t as cold here.
I transported myself to it and ended up on a long wooden dock that reached deep into the sea. Torches lined the beach, shining upon the white sand and casting eerie shadows over the crashing waves.
Taking off my jacket, I walked down the dock, approaching the beach. My wariness was on high alert, ready for any booby traps. I could feel the power of the island. I knew the test was coming at any time.
I halted at the end of the dock and scanned the sand. No booby traps, no attacks, no sound, nothing.
Did the Fates send me to the wrong place? They wouldn’t do that. If they did, oh, I wou—
“Lord Mitrus, welcome,” a sensual
