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Tomas glanced sideways at his friend. The boy he’d grown up with in Crydee had changed. There was a stillness now behind Pug’s eyes, like the surface of a deep well. The magician’s hands, bare despite the cold, rested on the pommel of no sword. He carried no blade.

The Duke’s patrol had been meant to ride only as far as the ford at Stone Creek. But the fog that rose from the creek did not lift. Instead, it thickened. And the horses began to shy. raymond e feist vk

Varek laughed. It was not a pleasant sound. Tomas glanced sideways at his friend

“We should not be here,” said Pug, his voice low. bare despite the cold