“Not long after sunrise tomorrow, an unexpected Messenger will bring you ill tidings,” Inevera went on. “That happens every day,” Jardir said, hardly caring anymore. Inevera shook her head. “This one has passed through death to see his missive delivered.” That got Jardir’s attention, and he looked up at her as she squinted at the dice. “His message will bring you pain.” He saw no deception in her, but as she spoke the words, her aura pulsed. There was nothing in her expression, no outward sign, but to his eyes it was plain as day. Empathy. Without even knowing the cause, her heart had cried
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