“‘Then have this on your conscience.’ Balekin walks two steps and thrusts out his arm. He doesn’t even look in the direction he’s thrusting, but his blade pierces Elowyn’s throat. Someone shrieks, then everyone does. For a moment, the wound is just a blotch against her skin, and then blood pours out, a river of red... Gold fabric and glittering gems are drowning in scarlet.”
— May 03, 2024 02:55PM
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