But this time it brought a mind-numbing frostiness—a chill so deep that it frozehis lungs and rattled his bones. He looked at Reznik. The three women looked at one another with confusion. As night marched inexorably toward day, Wigg’s concern deepened.
With one eye locked on the shrew, he starting dribblingthe rest of the formula into the water. “What other reason could there be for the cracks to mysteriously heal, exceptfor the bridge returning and securing itself to the walls, eh?”Rubbing his chin, Einar thought for a moment. “Nine, master,” the consul answered. Taken as a whole, we are the twelve Envoys of Crysenium.
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