Chapter 48
~ Mertos Wavewalker, Twelfth Age “You don’t have to do this.” Fletcher stood before the arched stone entrance to the Vale Room, staring at Keriya. “We could find a way to cure you—” “There is no cure for darksalm, Fletch.” A quiet poise defined her movements: the mark of someone facing her end with whatever dignity she could muster. “It has to be done.” “Are we sure about that? You have a block on your soul—” “It’s blocked, not vanished into oblivion. Fair game for Necrovar when I die.” Roxanne, who stood on Keriya’s other side, tilted her head back to contemplate the stone ceiling of the Vale Room antechamber. “Shivnath really screwed us over, didn’t she?” “She’s a victim as much as any of us,” murmured Keriya. “And there’s no use delaying any more.” As one, the three of them pass
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