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... memorial he’d attended just the day before. "Lady, Lady Ashlynn," he breathed. "Is it, is it really you?"
No one in the room moved. The servants pressed against the walls barely dared to breathe, and even Sir Beathan’s sword had drifted downward. The young Templar’s fierce conviction crumbled into the same stunned bewilderment that had seized every other person from Blackwell.
Elgon’s sword was already sheathed. He couldn’t remember putting it away, but his hands were empty and t ...
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