My father was convincedthat it was the legendary city of Za Hara-at, that it is a sacred place. A black sixth finger, as if it had been seared in afurnace. I trust you have recovered from the tragic loss. What little I possessed went with Giyan.
He abhorredserpents with their legless movement, their silent spying, their black unknowable thoughts. But at what cost, I wonder. His coming marks the next step in your evolution, Dar Sala-at. No one camenear them or even looked their way.
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