Mac sat down on the wooden step and waited. No outsider ventures willingly into a highlandercamp, unless he wants to be robbed. The male cleric who had spoken seemed to be in charge. As the pitch burned atop the water, the Necrophagians caught fire, their faces morphinginto even more grotesque, hideously burned embodiments of what they once had been.
He looked around the room. You're the boy from the tailor's, see, getting some suits to be cleaned. “I am pleased. “For the formula to work, you must pour the contents into the water bit by bit, until it is gone,”Faegan had told him.
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