The look on Emrys Getri’s face was a combination of terror and amazement. The last rays of twilight were coming in the window of the quaint farmhouse where he and his wife raised Aris, and tended the farm. This was the refuge he had built after the terrible quest he had been a part of all those years ago, when he and Merlitz, and poor Wenlan had stumble…
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