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Patina – Chapter 54
The Hunter let out a pained wheeze, rolling on the moss-covered roof until he hit a slab of concrete that stopped, quit roughly, his descent. He weakly tried to stand up, turning his head to regard the Eerie looming over him. It was bleeding from a thousand gashes, dripping ichor all over the ground and…
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Patina – Chapter 53
Mastra Verna passed her hands through her hair. Something was wrong, and she couldn’t put her finger on where exactly. In her long career as an Augur, she learned to prioritize her gut feeling – sometimes her body knew something before her Sight even kicked into full gear. She sat inside the glider as it…
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Patina – Chapter 52
All things considered, it was a short enough affair. Old man Salix tried his best to keep him off the Temple’s premises, but he was also a citizen of Belacqua, and had to present no matter what. He stood amidst the crowd, straining his neck to see at the best he could, between the streams…
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Patina – Chapter 51
Obviously, he saw her again. He had never been one to often visit the Temple, not even as a boy, but for some reason there was always some new errand to run, or some favor to pay back involving Seer Karole. He just seemed to find a chance to go help. And with the start…
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Patina – Chapter 50
It had been a beautiful spring in Belacqua, that many years before, when he first laid his eyes upon her. The crimson sap had evaporated in harmless red smoke and now everything that remained was the occasional pond of black tar from the Eerie scratching and moaning against the town’s defenses. Going back to it,…
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Patina – Chapter 49
Cloria bit into her hand. She cursed and swore in all three languages she knew, most of all she cursed the giant Eerie that had appeared just when her victory was at hand. She did not perceive any interference from another Will, and anything so strong that it made something like that appear she could…
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Patina – Chapter 48
For the last few days, thresholds had been on Elissa’s mind. The threshold of the Temple in Belacqua reminded her a lot of the one in Venexia at her training monastery, where it clearly set an inside apart from an outside. She had believed staying in the pen drawn around her would be enough. Believed,…
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Patina – Chapter 47
By now, running came to Sadja like a second nature. She did not have much time to think. Better to focus all her energies on putting one foot after the other. Next to her the man guided her through the labyrinthine forest, dodging branches and old cables, broken pipelines and stepping on polished bones as…
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Patina – Chapter 46
For the past few hours the Hunter had been on edge. More than usual. While the wolf-girl seemed to be more collaborative, he doubted he managed to come through to her. She was clearly scared, and a part of his heart scraped against his chest every time he looked at her tired, dejected eyes. There…
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Patina – Chapter 45
Seeing the future did not save you from surprises, Verna knew that very well. And as Spirits would have it, they were usually the worst kind of surprises. She sighed, passing her hand over her face, brushing against the hem of her metal mask. Rezzano stood next to her, pulling his coat tight on his…
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