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... he mask and the roaring flame between them. "You stand before the sacred fire that burns away falsehood. Here, lies wither. Here, heresy burns."
Soren’s mouth had gone dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he tried to swallow. The heat was unbearable, yet something about the flame drew him closer, called to him with voices he couldn’t quite hear.
"We begin with intent," the masked Inquisitor continued. "The root from which all corruption grows."
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