With a long, wheezing breath, Onstald opened his mouth to respond, a trail of spittle stretching between his wrinkled lips. “I… revised.” “You LIED!” Morrigan was shouting now. She couldn’t help it. “You’ve been lying this whole time. You tried to make me believe that all Wundersmiths are evil. But you knew that wasn’t true, didn’t you?”
