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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Arhan stood motionless, eyes closed, fists clenched, blue flame flickering over his hands. His mind roved out from him with the blue, ethereal flames of his magic, touching the life forces and hidden knowledge of the world around him. There was silence from the others as they waited. When his eyes finally opened, he knew the blue flame was within them by the way the rest of the group bowed their heads in respect, averting their eyes, hoping the growing power within the king would not fall upon them for some misstep. “The Hibernian's are not gone. They took their dead.” He glanced at Lestor. “Your brother’s warriors fought well.” He turned his face into the wind, letting his magic point the way. North. “They wait for us to let down our guard. To attack once more.” Lestor stepped up befor
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