Broken World Book Four - The Staff Of Law - Plot & Excerpts
He kept the window open, for the stench of rotting flesh hung heavy in the air, making even him a little queasy. Dancer had accompanied him once and retreated quickly, refusing to enter the room again. Each day, Chanter stripped away the rotting flesh that covered Travain and cleaned the suppurating holes that opened to eject unwanted Trueman organs. Foul ichor ran from his ears and nose, and his brown hair fell out in a matted mass. He remained apparently lifeless, his tallana softened to allow the Mujar to tend him. Chanter removed buckets of decaying flesh, drawing many curious glances from people as he passed with his stinking loads. He buried it behind the castle, aware that he was burying Talsy’s flesh, her Trueman blood that could no longer mingle with Mujar under the laws. Most nights he spent with her, using his magic to carry her into the realm of dreams and forget her worries for a few hours. They lay together in a misty forest glade, upon a river of frozen starlight, and amid the soft shimmering hues of a rainbow while rain fell from a sunny sky.
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