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Trias smiled, sadly. "No. But you wear the marks of it upon your face and
carry it within your heart. Should these chains be lifted from me... then I
should be able to divine your purpose more deeply, guide you more truly.
Until then..." The deva shrugged. "Until then I cannot even give you the
benefit of good advice. These chains smother memory and instinct."
Chapter 99
The gate that the deva directed me to was held in place by massive locks
and barbs. Annah studied the mechanism for a minute, stood, then shook
her head.
"'Tis locked by magic rather than gearwork. I cannae get past it," she
grumbled sourly.
That was no problem. I spoke the three syllables that Trias gave me. At the
first the gate creaked and groaned. The metal barbs twisted and pulled on
the second, and on the third, the gates sprung open.
The guard on the other side blinked at seeing us. "What in the Nine Hells are
you doing down here?" he growled, "Are you the berks that've been settin'
off the alarms?"
"The deva sent me," I shrugged.
He smiled, "You'll be joining the celestial choir soon enough, berk."
They were dealt with quickly.
We walked down halls devoid of hope, where desperation and isolation
drove men mad. They reached out from between the bars with unwashed
hands, screaming obscenities. The hallway was a gauntlet of curses and
screams. A faint fecal stench was in the air, and my head swam with nausea
at the stink of human bodies. The ranks of prison guards broke against us in
waves. Even though we were soaked in the blood of their companions they
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