not forgive her, but offered the next best thing. “You have taught me much.” She declared as she torqued the blade.

         The girl grunted, bunching the fabric of Sonja’s tunic in her fists. Warm blood poured onto the Pariarch’s hands. The girl’s grip weakened, slipped, and she fell forward. Sonja felt the witch’s fingers brush past her shoulder blades, her shoulders, her neck… and at that moment; those fingers suddenly locked around her throat!

         Sonja tried to gasp, but there was now a solid ring of ice around her neck. She stumbled away from the witch, clawing at the frozen collar. The ice was already stuck to her skin; preventing a fingerhold. Even in her panic, Sonja reasoned that...

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