After a long while they heard the cinders crunching down the track and someone trying the fastenings of the boxcar doors down the train. Tristan could only hope that the stone was safely inside the pewter vial, and that the vial was filledwith red water from the Caves of the Paragon. Since the Coven’s return, I have witnessed the horrors of a thousand lifetimes. Good, he thought.
“Enlighten us all. “What are you up to?” she asked. “No…,” he rasped. I’m sorry,Nathan, I truly am.
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