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The Chase

Treylen hadn’t seen the queen’s shadow when he entered, but as the

door slammed shut, he felt the long fingers of the old elf wrap around his shoulders.

“The long awaited return of Cren’pin Tromweft…” the oily voice slithered into Treylen’s ear.

He didn’t dare move.

The hands slipped away. Treylen was relieved to see Aaron was awake.

His eyes locked with Treylen's as he turned slowly on the rope. “You were to bring him directly to me.”

“Yes, Shadow,” Remin said.

“What is this then?” He gripped the man's chin and turned his head, a trickle of blood running over his pale fingers.

“There was a misunderstanding.” Remin struggled to lower his eyes and the shadow lifted his chin again. He pursed his papery lips, then relaxed them.

“It is time. Tell them.” He flicked his fingers dismissively. The assassins in the stalls rose without a sound, filing out the door. The sound of the wings in the night air told him they hadn’t come alone. Each of these assassins had a dragon with the
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