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... n hardly looked as though it had any importance as a meeting place. An ancient looking woman hobbled through its creaking door, hunched over while swathed in layers of patchwork fabric.
’Complete with milky tan eyes, hair the color of ash, and liver spots dotting my hands.’
Elua’s illusions transformed her into the visage of the mysterious sigil master crone. It had been a while since she had to use it, but with her Breacher level of spirit and wealth of experience... it was as s ...
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