Preface

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I came to a clearing, and Ryan was laying there with a pool of blood around him. I screamed and could hear Callan come up to me. He gasped. "We have to hail someone. Do you have your imparter?" I asked, breathing hard.

Everyone shook their head. Then I realized that there was a symbol in the snow. It was The Neverseen eye, made out of blood.

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