Do not awaken the Undead king
the girl remarked reasonably.
“It’s not we, who are going to play it,” the necromancer answered quickly.
“But who?”
“The dead,” he said without a smile. “In fact, I didn’t invent this melody so many years ago. Once, when I was about fifteen, I fell into a pond and almost drowned. My heart stopped, and my lungs were full of water. But something kept me alive. Maybe it was the Dark which even then was already flowing through my veins.”
The necromancer was telling the story, leading Angelina forward more quickly. He needed to get closer to the gates, to order the guardians on the other side to open them and lift the drawbridge. The dead people on the inside needed to be let out.
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