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Chapter 11
11 Formerly the Northern Sorcerer, Lurking Hawk became the Eastern Sorcerer not long after Flying Arrow murdered all the Northerners. For fourteen years, Lurking Hawk was the seventh Emperor Arrow's closest advisor. Historians will always wonder how this long-term proximity affected Flying Arrow's ability to reason. Numerous historians have noted that the Traitor's cunning was at least equal to his talent.—The Seven Emperors Arrow, by Shivering Shaft. His hand was hot—uncomfortably hot. On reflex, he tried to jerk it from the heat, but found he had too little strength. “Please hold still, Lord Hawk,” said a soothing voice. Lurking Hawk opened his eyes. Looking at him was the Imperial Medacor, beyond him a young boy with blond hair and large hands. He tried to sit up. “Lie flat pleas
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