the words of a wicked witch had long since reached him ⸻ again and again the wizard did what he did best / to condemn, to blame —– anyone. . . but himself. the air was heavy, the stench of sulfur and ash near tanglible, the preassure unbearably increasing until, with a snap, gaunt stood in the middle of the room. with a near insulting casuality, as if he had been standing there for hours. ❝ does it sit right with you, miss arduenna? ❞
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