Mergo Hensya
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MatureComplete Sun, Apr 28, 20241h 23m
A short story with one of The Successor's main characters taking a side quest (sort of).
I leaned in, Gaby's eyes wide with terror. "And should you survive, the haunting persists, an eternal spectre of pain. Even now, as he wields borrowed magic, the ache lingers. Every single time he did something a little magical for you, part of him died." Gaby muttered incoherently, his silence speaking volumes. "I'd be more than willing to demonstrate, for you to truly comprehend."
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