The crazy bitch pushed Maggie into the Remembrance Pool and then laughed maniacally—a strange, ugly sound that seemed to be too deep to come from a female’s vocal chords. Kor didn’t stop to think twice. As the blood red waters closed over Maggie’s head, he dived in to save her. Bad memories or not, he couldn’t let her drown. Couldn’t let her— “Deeper! Thrust the spear in deeper—pierce his heart!” Kor looked around wildly—the voice belonged to his old master. Where was he? And what was he saying? Suddenly he was in a large private sparring chamber which had been made up to resemble an arena. There was a spectator box at one end and plenty of weapons hanging on the walls. There was even sand on the floor to soak up spilled blood. Sitting in the box were several rich patrons—as well as his old master. “Harder!” his old master insisted, the light of greed growing in his small, piggy eyes. “Our young patron has decided that your opponent must die. Finish him, Korexiroth!”
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