Warsworn

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Genres: Fiction
What is 'plague'?" Keir's voice was sharp.
"Marcus," I jerked around in the saddle to look at him. "I need Gils. My supplies, where are my supplies?" I'd need fever's foe, more than what I had at hand. Gils could make more, he'd learned that much.
"Xylara." That jerked my head around, my eyes wide. Keir rarely used my full name, and never with that tone before. He was sitting on his horse, looking as if his patience had gone. I swallowed hard.
"I need Gils and my supplies." "You need to explain, Lara. I have a warforce poised, as you prattle about supplies. Tell me now, what is it about this illness that changes things in any way?" "It's plague. An illness that kills." "Illness kills?" Keir ran his hand through his hair, frowning.
"Yes, of course it does." It took a moment to understand the full meaning of that question. But surely it was because he didn't know the word. Yet, my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were full of doubt, how could he not understand?
"There is no 'of cour
...se' in this." Keir responded in a voice that cut like a blade.MoreLess
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