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... e time we finished burying the troll, and red had bled across the sky. A thin gray silt had been left across scores of miles by the ashfall earlier in the day, giving the irkwood a dour, surreal quality.
Lisette stood from the last of the markers we’d made from river stone and shattered pieces of the old bridge, murmuring a preosta — a priest cant. She moved first to Olliard, pressing her auremark against his chest and cleansing him of both disease and malignant od that might have clung ...
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