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a direct blow. a snap back to darukaal's haunting. a warrior; yes. yes. silvertongue felt herself with rising contusion, and he had not struck, nor hardly moved. to catch her breath, she smiled, drawing frozen air through stung nostrils. she wished to tell faust that she and akavir had a strong history, but did not speak. to do so would admit that a mark had been found; furthermore, defense did not deny truth. they were not married. faust had his own wickedness pursuant; a tale of fire and mothers who no longer drew breath. a man embittered by his own ghosts. "they do not, faust," she said, matching his familiarity. "once, in dreams. no longer." tonguetip held between teeth; she considered. "there are ways to purge a land, but not of its gods," she added, casting him a wry look.