The Mother Confessor’s head lowered and she stroked her fingers over her brow, as if trying to rub at a grievous ache. “The man who came before you was a messenger. His message had been passed through many hands so that it could not be traced back to its source.” Abby felt cold goose bumps running up her arms. “What was the message?” “The lock of hair he brought was from Zedd’s daughter. Panis Rahl offered the life of Zedd’s daughter if Zedd would surrender himself to Panis Rahl to be executed.” Abby clutched at her sack. “But wouldn’t a father who loved his daughter do even this to save her
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