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... urn portal was the only noise, a thrumming that vibrated on the ground.
Lewis took another step back, his boots crunching on the shattered stained glass. He looked at the Basilisk Blade still gripped tightly in Percival’s right hand, its dark steel drinking in the portal’s light.
"You’re... you’re scaring me, Percival," Lewis stammered, his voice thin and trembling.
"Stop the pretense, Lewis," Percival said, cold, detached and uncaring. "I gave you the power of sight. Do ...
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