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"What are you doing that has you so tense? Or should I not ask?" questioned Ooneil, massaging the kinks out of Istharé's knotted shoulders. She was peering into an obsidian disc polished so smooth that it reflected. Indeed, currently it was projecting a black and white image of a busy area, perhaps a plaza. "I'm memorizing my aunt Jaenell's memory of Red Sqare," his lover said absently. "I have it on Brin's authority that the Traitor was also there that day, so somewhere among the past visions of the High Mistresses of the Dark Sisters, will be a scene that matches this one. "You've set yourself a difficult task, my own. Any High Mistress has formidable personal shields." The Lyllu smiled thinking of how they had met. "I should know, since I had to finesse my way through yours." "Hence I must use the black mirror that I invented to scry the shadows of the well shielded." |
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SaralynArati
Middle Earth
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