The bite from Taladaius. Fisher, carrying me in his arms. Opening a shadow gate. Me flying through the air toward the quicksilver pool. The brief but tense conversation with Zareth that followed. Then, Fisher pulling me out of the quicksilver. He and Carrion, arguing like they were about to kill each other. Lorreth, sitting by my bedside, playing some kind of lute and singing softly to me while I thrashed and moaned. Three days of me lying in this bed, in this room, begging for Fisher to kill me because I couldn’t face the pain for another second. And me… biting… someone. My eyes snapped up to
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