With a yelp and a face red only partly from anger, she darted away down the nearest crossing passage. She shivered and rubbed her hands together. There was a peculiar emphasis in Ingtar's last words. It was a tainted blade, from the dead city of Shadar Logoth, tainted and twisted by an evil almost as bad as the Da
She gathered her people - except for a single man in plain armor, which marked him of low rank as muc Only the Empress herself has a finer collection. Even if the door holds, they can break in the windows. The people spoke of visits from the tall, boxy ships of the invaders.
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