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Eric hurried us through the winding tunnel and in a short while I breathed the fresh air of the open park and flowing river. I cast a quick look down into the well and watched the water refill to the mold line.
Eric himself took a few steps away from the rock wall before he stopped and folded his arms. He bowed his head and closed his eyes.
I slipped up to his side with my head buzzing with questions. “So, I’m guessing you guys have known each other for a long time.”
He didn’t open his eyes. “Nearly as long as I’ve been in Vanar’s servitude.”
My mind recalled the grim trophy above the bar. “And good hasn’t always triumphed.”
His expression took on a world-weary look, and his voice was deep and tinged with exhaustion. “Far from it.”
I set a hand on his arm, and he finally op
