“Then—then what is it you do here?” The spider took a step forward, and Nesryn braced herself. But the spider lifted a thin, clawed leg and pointed to one of the polished, carved walls. “We wait.” And as her eyes at last adjusted to the dimness, Nesryn saw what the spider pointed to. A carving of an archway—a gate. And a cloaked figure standing within it. She squinted, straining to make out who stood there. “W-who do you wait for?” Houlun had said the Valg had once passed through here— The spider brushed aside the dirt crusted over the figure. Revealing long, flowing hair etched there. And
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