“What other one?” I was wet, trembling, blood in my mouth. Just like a Divination. “You’ve seen another Diviner?” “She came as they always do. Utterly still.” The Omen came closer, his steps crashing over the platform. “Every ten years, they come.” He took another step. “It’s the only spring water I’m given—their blood.” Another step. “I have my strength to keep up. My hunger to sate. And so”—he was upon me now—“I take my fill.”
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