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❛in which she kills❜
The Red Death was well-known. She was a tale used to scare children from talking to strangers, from wandering in markets, from venturing past the garden gates and slipping out of their mother's grasp. Her name was whispered around campfires, rumours of her cruelty, horror stories of the carnage she has left behind bringing friends to a stock-still, wide-eyed silence. There was not one faerie in Prythian who had not heard her name muttered in emptying taverns, in the eulogies of the deceased, in meetings between warlords and warriors.
The Red Death is vicious, they said, the Red Death has murderous eyes. The Red Death drinks the blood of her victims. The Red Death always keeps a souvenir.
The Red Death is coming for the Shadowsinger.
She is coming for Azriel.
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