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Lincoln
The center of the gateway becomes clear as glass. A vista appears inside, revealing the view of a gray wasteland filled with burnt-out trees. In its center looms a tall stump whose bark lives and moves, reminding me of shifting ropes of tar.
The Contagion.
Back in the cavern, I let out a short burst of whistles. That’s the cue for my warriors and magic users to usher people to safety.
“No, my thrax!” cries Aldred. “Cease heading for the exits. There is nothing to fear. Besides, I have magically sealed the doors here. No one leaves until my demonstration is complete!”
Myla shoots me a worried look. “Can we break down the doors?”
“My magic users have instructions to try.” I scan the back of the cavern. A thin haze of orange magic hangs in the air. My best Striga wizards cas
