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His son? Call thought Drew is the Enemy of Death’s son?

Suddenly, the Eneh the lare of his eyes: They were bent on Call, and they were black with laserlike fury "You," he hissed "You did this You unleashed the elemental that killed my child"

Call sed and backed up, but the Ene it toward Call, and Call stu out of his hand to shatter on the floor He went down on one knee, his bent leg screaan "It was an accident --"

"Get up," snarled the Enemy "Get up, Callum Hunt, and face me"

Slowly, Call rose to his feet and faced the silver- fros and from the tension in his body, from fear and adrenaline and the thwarted desire to run The Ene with rage and grief

Call wanted to open hisin his own defense, but there was nothing Drew lay un the slass container -- he was dead, and it was Call’s fault He couldn’t explain hi the Enemy of Death, who had slain whole arle boy

Call’s hand slipped fro a deep breath, he got ready to die

He hoped that Tamara and Aaron had made it past the Chaos-ridden, out the , and back on the path toward the Magisterium

He hoped that, since Havoc was Chaos-ridden, the Ene an evil zooing to the Magisteriu killed, just the way he had always been warned he would

He hoped Master Rufus wouldn’t give his spot to Jasper

The h that Call could feel the heat of his breathing, could see the twist of his narrow h his whole body

"If you’re going to kill e raised his staff -- and flung it aside He dropped to his knees, his head bent, his whole posture one of supplication, as if he were begging Call for ive me I did not see"

Call stared in confusion What did he mean?

"This is a test A test of ed breath It was clear that he was barely controlling hih sheer force of will "If you, my Master, decreed that Drew reater purpose" The words seemed sliced out of his throat, as if it pained him to speak them "Now I, too, have a personal stake in our quest My Master is wise As always, he is wise"

"What?" Call said, his voice tre "I don’t understand Your Master? Aren’t you the Enee raised his hands and drew off the silverthe face beneath it It was a scarred face, an old, lined, weathered face It was a strangely familiar face, but it was not the face of Constantine Madden

"No, Callum Hunt I am not the Enemy of Death," he said "You are"

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