| Page 538 - A Debt Repaid |
| Azull's body lies atop a slab of hewn rock, candles
surrounding it and set on candelabras mounted to the walls. Syrian nods and departs, leaving Valldore in
the flickering light. Raising his golden
harp, he tentatively strums several chords, listening to the sweet sound as it
floats through the room. He can see
Azull's spirit flicker for an instant before it's gone. Valldore finishes, satisfied Azull lives. ... |
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