“Is the focus losing its effect?” Jacob asked.
Obrett clutched the fragment of stone that he had rescued from his cell, and concentrated. It did not take much, for they had never been closer than they were right now. “The command is still there.” His voice was filled with strain as he tried to pull himself away from the clutches of the focus. “It has not been cleansed as of yet.”
“Well that is something.” Ispen answered.
“I think that the Witch Finder is the only man with knowledge and skill enough to undo our work.” Obrett snagged his robe and had to stop to disentangle himself. As he did so, dust fell down from the roof of the tunnel as the riot flared above.
“He might be thinking the same thing about us.” Jacob had stopped, turning back to them. “Had you ever considered that?”
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