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- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
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- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
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- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
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- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
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- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
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- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
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- Chapter 50
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- Chapter 67
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- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
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- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
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- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
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Magda’s suspicion was that the killings were most likely the work of the dream walkers, just as she had warned the council. Since giving the devotion to Lord Rahl, Magda was protected from the dream walkers by that bond, so she wasn’t too worried about the danger to herself in the lower Keep. Tilly wasn’t so sure that it was the dream walkers. She was worried for Magda’s safety down in the areas where the victims had been found. Despite suspecting dream walkers, Magda couldn’t help sharing that nagging worry in the back of her own mind.
Magda ruffled her short hair, ridding it of the bits of stone and dust that had rained down from the joints in the ceiling. “If you don’t think it’s the dream walkers, have you heard any suggestion of who else might be responsible?”
Tilly checked the darkness ahead and behind. “Not who, Mistress, what.”
Magda’s frown deepened. “What does that mean?”
“From what I hear, no one knows much about the killings and no evidence has been discovered. I have heard it said, though, that such as was done to the poor souls they found dead does not appear to have been done by people. At least, not people who could be in their right mind. Considering what I saw, I am inclined to agree.”
“Dream walkers can rip a person apart, or make them attack someone else as savagely as any animal.”
Tilly straightened. “Maybe so. Please promise me that you will be careful when you are down here? You are ungifted. Promise me that you will be on guard at all times?”
Magda nodded. “You’ve no need to worry about that. As soon as I’m done with what I came to do, I’ll be headed back up. I have no desire to stay down here any longer than necessary.”
She followed after as Tilly started out again, moving quickly enough to reveal the slight hitch in her gait. Magda heard the screams several more times before they finally died down to a brief murmur of weeping and then even that mercifully ended. She hoped it was wizard’s work that had injured someone and not something else. If wizards were involved, then help would at least be at hand for the person in pain.
If dream walkers were involved, there would be no help at hand.
Magda was well aware that Tilly could go just about anywhere in the Keep and few people ever paid much attention. Most people didn’t even seem to notice her, almost as if she were invisible. She was just a lowly worker, one of many, going about her work. People rarely gave her a second look.