Verdigris Ravine if we lose our touch, it won’t mean much

little in ephraim’s story suggested reason for the taotaomona which now hung over his head. if qiao suspected deceit, it did not show in her gaze heavy with ponderance.

tell me more of this commander. the seer set aside the senseless jumble of sigil-bones, wondering if the spirit which now rounded ephraim’s aura was the very same creature that once stood as ephraim’s vaunted commander.