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The Lich of Moros
Author: Xino
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The echo of the joint scream still hung in the frozen air of the subterranean valley. On the soaring throne constructed of petrified bone and white crystal, Elara slumped backward. Her body trembled as the twin hearts in her chest fought a silent, violent war for rhythm.

The single second of cobalt blue had passed. The eyes of the hundred Pure Whites lifting her throne flickered back to a cold, piercing white.

Fight it, the second heart pulsed, the voice of Zara’s mother echoing sharp within El
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