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:: The vitriol of judith's words exhales from his mouth in a silver mist. It coalesces into a cloud of needles, thousands of minuscule versions of the sword he'd attempted to draw, aimed straight for his frozen, shuddering form.
:: His eyes widen. ::
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I wonder if they can convey the barbs in my heart just as well. I wonder if they can cut.
:: The vitriol of judith's words exhales from his mouth in a silver mist. It coalesces into a cloud of needles, thousands of minuscule versions of the sword he'd attempted to draw, aimed straight for his frozen, shuddering form.
:: His eyes widen. ::
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:: A murder of crows caw nearby. The watcher turns, squinting towards the sun to observe them. When they turn back, a grim and imperious man with a Sword carved into his brow looms above them. ::
Kneel.
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:: They are atop a spire. The Strands of Order and Sovereignty radiate through them to the four directions.
:: Sensing their hesitation, the Eye above opens, glaring down. The High Priestess must be found.
:: Though they struggle, it cannot be overcome.
:: They pull. ::
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:: A murder of crows caw nearby. The watcher turns, squinting towards the sun to observe them. When they turn back, a grim and imperious man with a Sword carved into his brow looms above them. ::
Kneel.
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