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There came a terrible scream from somewhere in the citadel. The heart-wrenching cry was abruptly cut off, but the sound was followed by footsteps on the stairs. The door was flung open and the pair of Blue Binds rushed into the room.
“Executor!” the lead shouted.
Andrus stepped out of the cloak and near the door. “What is it?”
The Blue Bind shook his head. “I don’t know, sir, but-” Shouts interrupted him, along with another pair of furious feet up the winding staircase.
A new Blue Bind appeared, this one disheveled and out of breath. He leaned one hand against the door frame and his wide eyes swept over the room until they fell on Andrus. “Executor! Another refugee has gone mad!”
Andrus’ expression went from shocked to angry in a breath of a moment. “Who is it?”
The Blue
