”“But why not make the bridge invisible in the first place?” Reznik asked. Alfred watched Brent’s line go out and take the bait downstream. “Yes, sir,” she answered respectfully. He knew that a direct flight path back to the Black Shipswould probably mean the difference between him living or dying.
Calling out for help, Lothar started running toward the stricken guard. As far as Tristan could see, the Borderlands were buried in deep, white snow. Dried bloodfrom the masquerade ball victims still showed on her hands, forearms, and armor. “While continuing to sustain the spells, walk to the bow and guide us home,” he ordered.
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