World Of The Fallen Dragon

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Sometimes he spent hours repeating the name of Kerubales, hoping that his newfound companion could help him. But the giant ogebo did not appear, and the walls of the ice prison did not collapse. But the Whisperer was always there. No, he no longer appeared to Tobius in a dream, did not manifest himself in other ways, but the wizard knew that this destructive force lurked somewhere nearby and was waiting, quietly rejoicing at his, Tobius', suffering. True, at times the magician had clarifications of the mind, then he realized that he was captured by paranoia and his own fears captivated him no worse than the ice walls of the dungeon.

For hours the wizard stared at his hands, at the luminous lines and knots enveloping his forearms like a fine mesh or the finest chatrade lace. A collar of the same lace sat firmly around his neck. He did not see this collar, but he knew for sure that it was there, because he saw the ephemeral thread connecting the bracers, and saw two other threads that s