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The Necromancer’s Waltz– Part 7
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As the Marr made camp, Syd sat staring into the fire. Before long, Renwick and Fig joined him, lowering themselves onto the sand. Fig was the first to speak. “Mind…
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The Necromancer’s Waltz– Part 6
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“Well, Caldin of the Marr,” Syd said carefully, making a point of not looking at his companions, “how do you know who I am? There’s no chance my father sent…
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The Necromancer’s Waltz– Part 5
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“We are here for water, not battle,” said the large Minotaur, remaining astride his steed if steed was the right word for a domesticated rhinoceros. The small band said nothing…
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The Necromancer’s Waltz– Part 4
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“Jade. Sage. Teal. Mint,” Fig muttered between short breaths. “What are you on about?” Renwick snapped, his voice carrying more edge than he’d intended. “Olive. Emerald. I’d even take seafoam…
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The Necromancer’s Waltz – Part 3
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“You know we’re not coming back from the desert alive, don’t you?” Renwick said to no one in particular. The trio sat quietly in the Devil’s Tango tavern. Fig’s attention…
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The Necromancer’s Waltz- Part 2
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Part 2 Ashgate Hold was the oldest structure in Castlemere; once a fortress, later a hospital, then an asylum. Now it served as both the city’s jail and the garrison…