Chapter 101 The Drinking Dark

I chose my mother, and I made myself do it well, which meant I did not simply run.

"Isolde." She was slumped by the source in the chamber, gray, spent, but a keeper still. "I am going down. The fire is yours until I come back up. Do not open it, do not spend it, only hold what is left of it lit, th...

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