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Chapter 7.62 

Word count: 25856
Released on: Dec. 13, 2020, 5:24 a.m.
Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:18 p.m.
Book: Unreleased (99)
Most mentioned character
170 mentions
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Most mentioned spell
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Most mentioned location
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Gerial.
Headscratcher and Brunkr.
Headscratcher and Brunkr.
Erin Solstice.
It was as if the protections were gone. Or perhaps it was—a wake. As if The Wandering Inn held a wake for its owner.
An [Enchanter] had drawn it. With a shaking brush, in the evening. As horns blew and people screamed and war was declared.
That was one moment in memory. Hedault’s hands, so precise—shaking like a leaf. The azure Antinium, head bowed, casting the spell. Her one word.
Lyonette gently held back Bird. He wanted to raise Erin’s head. But she was—ice. Already, Hedault was working on protective wards against accidents. Bird clutched his favorite pillow, stuffed with all his feathers.
Lyonette gently held back Bird. He wanted to raise Erin’s head. But she was—ice. Already, Hedault was working on protective wards against accidents. Bird clutched his favorite pillow, stuffed with all his feathers.
Lyonette gently held back Bird. He wanted to raise Erin’s head. But she was—ice. Already, Hedault was working on protective wards against accidents. Bird clutched his favorite pillow, stuffed with all his feathers.
Lyonette gently held back Bird. He wanted to raise Erin’s head. But she was—ice. Already, Hedault was working on protective wards against accidents. Bird clutched his favorite pillow, stuffed with all his feathers.
Lyonette gently held back Bird. He wanted to raise Erin’s head. But she was—ice. Already, Hedault was working on protective wards against accidents. Bird clutched his favorite pillow, stuffed with all his feathers.
The [Princess] said nothing. After a while she wiped at her eyes. Her tears were freezing to her face.
“Just put it there, Bird. I’m sure—she’d appreciate it.”
It had never gone out. Slowly—the [Innkeeper]’s closed eyes fluttered. Beneath the sheet of ice, she stirred. It cracked.
Erin Solstice sat up suddenly. She gasped.
Mrsha raised her head and uncovered her eyes.
Erin was dead.
Not everyone. Some people marched about, doing jobs, avoiding the downers. Why was everyone sobbing? It was one Human. One Human who hadn’t learned to dodge. Who had gone rushing towards danger rather than listening to her [Dangersense]. You run at monsters? You got ate.
No sympathy. The world wasn’t ending. Go ahead and grieve, but Liscor was going to be just fine.
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