Reapers Of Suffering
One turned out to be red, and the second had hair the color of the wings of those ravens that circled over the Citadel.
- The name of? the dark one broke away from his occupation, raising his head.
The girls were dumbfounded. One half of the man's face was missing. Loose furrows of a long-healed terrible wound stretched from the right cheekbone to the temple, as if a huge cat had dragged its claws, tearing out the eye, opening the skin.
- If I've had enough of it, I ask again: what's your name? he pointed at Lesana.
“Lesana,” she whispered in a barely audible voice.
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