The smell of sulfur was stronger down here. Adwyn could see the yellow of it settled into the walls, but the stink of it came from elsewhere: bubbling pools crowding the edges of the cave path like gutters.
puzzle. Cold curiosity. Adwyn didn’t care.
hummed. Its tone was a centperfect unison with the overmastering pitch behind them, that vibration which suffused.
It’s a mighty convenient use of power, ain’t it? The voice sounded like the high guard???—??but even his imagined Rhyfel had no right to talk about fairness anymore.)
suffering dragon.
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As the murderer walked back down the winding tunnels of the pits, even the mites seemed to avoid him. He felt his heart keeping rhythm in his frills, and his burning legs seemed to move without him. It was these bodily things that kept time moving forward for Adwyn. Everything of his mind seemed utterly still, or lost deep in the past.
Can you show me to the door?”
After you do as I say.” They spread their wings and lifted their head all the way up???—??barely reaching Adwyn’s withers.
have been useful.” Again the scratching alula not reaching their chin. “...You may.”
live in these soulless depths.
before I had to travel these caverns, you must understand.”
dangerous. Why hadn’t he? He’d taken the vow. He still had honor, dignity. And when the weight of life strained his back, and finally bid him to slouch, for what end did he still struggle forth now?
such pain; fire hurt more than heartbreak), Adwyn had a few breaths longer to work.
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