The abbeys—what is left of them—have been rotten with evil for years, the black Dragon said. The regent spread his hands. Is Eleana—? Thigpen began. Kurgan watched the Sarakkon turn a lever.
She sowanted to take a breath. He had a drink waiting for her—a marsh queen, her favorite. So she said. It's strangely powerful, she said, running the tip of her forefinger over its rough surface.
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