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“Oh, my gold. ” That new mountain jutted from the core of the prison, sloughing off the structures. Each chunk of concrete that fell was swept up to circle the peak like a tornado. Portia’s work. How a great deal she need to be taking part in this! Ember’s towering flames wreathed the complete thing. The sorceress’s fires burned so strong, they grew in the rain, heating the drops to steam. They had been two of the most powerful Sorceri ever born. Their capabilities have been in a league even with Sabine’s illusions. Part of Lanthe couldn’t assist however marvel, as she may at a work of art. “Offendments,” Thronos hissed close to her ear. The Vrekener phrase for wrongdoing. “This is the work of your people. Your . . . ilk. And you surprise why Vrekeners were entrusted to conflict the Sorcer

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