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The Fixer The Shadow Tala Flahtwater Samila Sayeh Halo Breaker The Fallen Prophet The Black Seer Mirrorist The Novist The Color Prince

This wasn’t a deck There weren’t multiple copies of the cards, such as one would use when playing so as toup This was an entire new set Kip was looking for his father’s card Where was it? What would it tell hiier Enervate Incarnidine Black Luxin Hellstone Dagger Multicolored Spectacles The Angari Serpent Andross the Red

Kip felt ice in his veins It was a young Andross Guile, handsoer in his hand, tattered cloak billowing around hiht, the other to his left, one barely visible in the distance

Orholaoing The Color Prince’s Rifle Rifle? Kip didn’t even knohat the word meant Not that that was terribly uncoure some of them out frooing to co any moment and take the cards from him, and they’d be lost forever

Skimmer Condor Incendiary Musket Gan Guvair Helane Troas Viv Grayskin Yras the Caster Iron Elain Kip stopped, went back The Butcher of Aghbalu The ore, a fiery scimitar in one hand, stylized blue fire around the other, no ar massive ebony arms and shoulders The bodies of the dead lay all around hihotra, his kinky hair worn in a braided style Kip had never seen before, but it was undeniably Co on his card, a one-eyed man--and it hadn’t looked like this, but this was Coer, but definitely him Kip’s heart seized

The Butcher?

Kip looked at the weapons rack on the wall The scimitar from the card was there, at the top Spine blackened, blade shining Garnets and scrimshaw, turquoise and abalone

Part of him wanted to draft and juo through all the cards before so for hi; it was somehow too easy

He tucked that card aith the others he wanted to exah the rest quickly The Butcher of Ru was the next card, the art paired with Ironfist’s card Kip’s stomach turned He knew about General Gad Dela man’s head by its braided Atashian beard in one hand, and a woht about ould happen to his mind if he jumped into that card If he beca into thathistory He could learn things from these cards that no one else knew, that no one else had any way of knowing And even if Kip wasn’t a real polychrome and couldn’t draft his extra colors consistently, he could see them, which meant he could know the whole story of every one of them--as only a few other people in the world possibly could Whoever controlled these cards would control the truth This wasn’t just a treasure with a titanicbare of lies

Anyone in poould want it for what it could tell them about their enemies Anyone with a secret would want to destroy it lest their ene the Butcher of Aghbalu?

A black cloud demon of smoky despair ripped Kip’s mouth open and crawled into his throat Coht he could trust And now Kip was in his room, with treasures, vulnerable