Standing on the dais and alongside Tristan’s chair, Xanthus wentabout his grisly work. That's where we live . They turned to see that she was looking at Tristan. The columns tried to scatter to avoid the coming threat, but the snow was far too deep for them tomove quickly enough.
Only the Afterlife knows what that creatureXanthus did with him, or why. They soon lost track of him as he approached the cloud formation. “I too can employ the craft. There had been much more to their message;she had listened intently.
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