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. He got up, pulled on his
Kernaffi-style pants and vest, and checked on his mother.
Lady Ilys was sleeping soundly. Her cheek was cool and her
forehead dry. So why am I sweating so? wondered Sturm.
He tip-toed through the colonnade to the main room.
The cool tiles felt good under his feet. Beyond the columns
was an atrium. Stars glittered overhead. As Sturm stood
searching for familiar constellations, he heard footsteps and
muffled voices. He went to the door and lifted the latch.
Two Kernaffi soldiers flanked a third, taller man.
Chains clinked faintly from the middle man's wrists and
feet. Sturm cracked the door wider. The men passed a wall
torch. The fettered man was Sergeant Soren - and he was
gagged, too.
Sturm shut the door quickly. His mind raced in tan dem
with his heart. Why was Soren in chains? Where were they
taking him? When the footsteps faded around the corner,
Sturm knew he had to follow.
The massive suite door swung back without a whisper.
Sturm saw the hinges were made of ruby. There seemed no
limit to the wealth of the alchemist-lord. He slipped down
the hall, straining to hear the last word of the Kernaffi
guards and Soren. The palace was still.
He kept close to the wall, just as he did when he played
'Storm the Citadel' in Castle Brightblade
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