“So, I’m going to give you one last chance to make the right choice so we can get this over with,” the Sage says, stopping in front of me and smiling up at me with those eerie red-rimmed eyes and spider-webbed veins. He retreats a handful of steps, then taps the staff on the ground. Gravity claims me, and I fall, passing my feet and slamming into the ground on my hands and knees. “I told you once that you’d turn for love,” he says, holding his arms out. “And so you shall.” “You don’t know shit about me.” I stumble for my feet and fall again, landing on my knees as Sgaeyl roars in pure fury
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