Then Christmas night he read al Maisie's letters. Tristan looked at the elders. ”“What are they?” Tristan asked. Then she used her fingers to comb the knots from herhair.
“More guards are coming!” she protested. Liberating one blood drop, Wigg caused it to hover inthe air. Somehow, the grotesque pile was all that remained of a once-living, breathingwarrior. Tristan gave her a sly look.
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