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Chapter 18-1
Feeling guilty, as if he were doing something shameful, Malleus changed out of his robes into normal clothes before leaving the safety of the Angelic Gaze"s shining white lander. He"d walked the streets and markets of Zandia many times in his youth, and the people naturally respected Concordance. Even so, he was aware things could change. After a mere two days, the seed of the shroud surely wouldn"t be visible, but in time, when people saw the black dot widening on the face of the sun, that might change. He planned to be back on the safety of the Angelic Gaze by then. It felt odd to look at himself in the mirror wearing his Borian clothes. He might be any local merchant or architect or codesmith; he was the Malleus – the Aevus – that might have been if he hadn"t left the planet to join C
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