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‘Your Farringale?’ I squeaked. ‘The eaten-by-ortherex one?’
Her lips twitched. ‘The very one.’
Right. I needed a moment.
See, visiting Farringale was an eye-opening experience. We went there looking for a cure to a disease that was decimating the surviving Troll Enclaves at the time. We found another disease, or more rightly an infestation of all-devouring parasites known as the ortherex. They had, in effect, eaten the population of Farringale alive.
The buildings were still there; the city still stood. But it was an empty shell — one swarmed over by trillions of the repulsive things.
I reminded myself that we were not being asked to revive Farringale ourselves, only to find the means to do so.
‘So,’ I said, having exchanged a look with Jay. ‘You are hoping that someone on the Fif
