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Gare was on it in a second, swiping his sword through the shroud The shroud drifted eone

AVENUES OF HILLANDER

Thursgad screamed and ran

The way the intruders pushed and scra over one another, aleood fun Her haunting was clearly having an effect Even on the man with the knife

The trouble was that in htly lit hostly antics more difficult to pull off

Sure enough, once the intruders reached the light, they slowed down and relaxed and put aside their laan watched from the darkness of the old corridor as they lanced briefly into the dark behind her, wishing she’d had a chance to pay her respects to King Jonaeus as Agemon had

The intruders continued past the corridor leading to the House of Sun and Moon, and when they passed Queen Lyra’s chaan was so tired she was nearly tempted to slip into bed next to the dead queen and take a nap

As she followed the intruders, she wondered yet again what she could do She’d begun to erode their confidence with her haunting, but they seeain, emon and Iris a chance to escape

They ca, murals painted in its coffered recesses In the center of the cha on a horse, with his ar benediction to the conquered Down here that would be the dead All that was eon or two

A colonnade surrounded the chaalleries like spokes to a wheel At each entrance stood a suit of armor

“Avenues of Hillander,” Agealleries

King S responsible for unifying Sacoridia’s provinces Age those men to his tomb

She needed to do solanced desperately around, then flitted off down a different gallery, gazing at various Hillanders in eternal repose for inspiration A good arbed on funeral slabs, their parchmentlike skin taut over skulls and bony hands

Karigan paused and tapped her foot, thinking fast The intruders knew nothing of her or her ability to fade Well, Thursgad ht remember, but she doubted he’d connect his “spirit Rider” of two years ago with the ghostly presence in the toht To thehost, even if she couldn’t fade co only partially faded would enhance the effect That was her hope, anyway

She srie to have a fit

A pair of white lowing in the laal in their serenity Behind thelass backlit with a la at the castle frohest turret The king bore a torch

“This better be the one, oldIris close