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asunder, vanishing into mist and leaving a dark, ghostly stain where they
fell. The dying keens of the monsters sent shudders through me, as if with
each kill I had brushed death incarnate.
~~~~~
"Once, many shadows dwelled among us," Hargrimm had said, "But they
come to our halls no more. They left long ago - and we know not where they
went. Some say they wander the planes."
"They wander the planes?"
"I asked about it once. Mary says that she has seen their fate in visions. She
claims they have all been drawn to a wrecked fortress that drifts within the
Negative Material Plane, a graveyard of regrets from where they cannot
escape."
~~~~~
When the last shadow fell the chill in the air was gone, and my wounds
began to knit. The cuts were so sharp that they were almost painless, but
they spread a cold sensation through my flesh that receded with aching
slowness.
"It's done, Annah. Let's get back to the Festhall... Grace can heal your
wounds there."
Only silence greeted me.
"Annah?"
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