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Sentinelspire - Mark Sehestedt [142]

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scorching even the rain-soaked grass beneath. Bodies and pieces of bodies lay everywhere. Most were the assassins of the Fortress, but here and there lay the darker shapes of the creatures that had served the master of the tower. The dead tiger lay on her back in the blood-soaked grass, her innards splayed over her torso.

A group of figures huddled on the lawn outside the courtyard. When they saw the trio emerge from the tower, two of them ran over. Lewan recognized one as Valmir, but he'd never seen the other man. They had weapons in hand, but when they came close enough to recognize Talieth, they lowered them. The stranger slowed to an easy walk, but Valmir ran forward to embrace Talieth.

"Gods," said Valmir, "you look like…"

For once, Valmir was at a loss for words, and the impudence was altogether gone from his eyes.

"What happened," said the other man, and he nodded at the tower, "up there?"

Talieth said nothing. She didn't even look at the men, just gazed at the buildings across the street, obviously not seeing them. Her eyes seemed… haunted, Lewan thought.

"Everyone's dead," said Lewan. "The Old Man, Master Berun… everyone except us."

"And Sauk," said Ulaan.

"Where is Sauk?" asked Valmir.

"When we left, he was just sitting up there," said Ulaan, "staring into space. As far as I know, he's still there."

"Gorin, why don't you go up there and check on him?" said Valmir.

Gorin snorted. "Right after you hug me right and call me mother. You go check on him yourself."

Valmir scowled at Gorin, then looked up at the tower. "I'm sure he's fine."

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Atop the Tower of the Sun, before the great oak tree, Sauk sat. The morning breeze off the mountain set the tree's leaves to whispering and tossed the half-orc's unbound hair into his face.

After a long time, he looked up at the body on the tree. Sauk's knife was gone. He made the sign of the Beastlord- three middle fingers curled like claws-on his forehead, dug his middle nail deep into his skin, and opened a fresh gash down his forehead and across his cheek.

"Dam ul dam, Malwun."

He sat there, looking up at Berun, and tears mingled with the blood on his cheeks.

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Part One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Part Two

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Part Three

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Part Four

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

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