It whipped up the cries of the tortured souls, and as the wind passed by them, they turned to pillars of ash and were swept away in its howling wake. Hundreds of thousands of Higher and Lesser Fae, finally allowed to pass, their pain coming to an end. Malcolm stared up at the stands in dismay. “No. This isn’t… my children. They were to be my army. You… you took them from me!” He rounded on me, but I wasn’t where he’d left me. I was on my feet, hunched and losing blood, standing right beside him. And I had Solace in my hands. “Only the gods are eternal,” I told him. And I cut off Malcolm’s
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