Holding his sword high, he crept down the hallway. Its curved undersidehad been carved out by centuries’-worth of rushing water. He wasn’t human…”Tristan helped the woman to her feet; she buried her face into his shoulder. The doors shutheavily behind her.
Nor was his breathing labored. When he opened them again, the First Wizard seemed encouraged. He happily joined in. Mallory nodded eagerly.
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