We will soon know, Tristan thought as he looked back at Wigg. As the bonfire crackled and burned, the pot hanging over its flamescontinued to spew its mysterious fog. He had been invaluable in the Coven’s final defeat. As he stomped down the Redoubt halls his robe wentflying, and the others had to hurry to keep up.
Living in this neighbor-hood it's al the more important to be careful about those things . Clarice still lay atop it, but today no red rose petalsadorned the floor, the altar, or her corpse. “Hello, Einar,” he said calmly. “For the most part, they are,” he answered quietly.
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