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... kas was a cooling corpse in the silver mud, the white-gold light of the Justiciar replaced by the low, mechanical hiss of the mercury pipes. Only the jagged breathing of three survivors interrupted the rhythmic pulse of the machinery. Vane stood over the body, his hand tight on his spear as the cold thrum of the Silver Fang resonated through his marrow. This power was a hungry, demanding thing, yet the star-metal tip of his weapon remained pristine. The Authority had rejected Varkas’s blood befo ...
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