319. A Necromancer’s Lot

319 (a). A Necromancer_s Lot…

In a remote warehouse at the west end of Sentinel Docks, a necromancer levitates above his illuminated circle as he performs repugnant ritual upon two corpses lying at his feet.  So lost is he in the threads of the spell he weaves, that he notices not my approach until I am upon him, and my sardonic blade lays his corpse next to those he toiled so ardently to raise.


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