“Oh, I see you now,” (Leana) said. “He’s called Wycan, you say? And a young man? I cannot believe it.”
“Here. Take my hand, we’ll go up so you can see for yourself.”
Leana reached out, grasped his fingers. The instant she did so, Gom cried out, his life force streaming out—and down.

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