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Part XIII
High Sun on Primoris, Second Day of Autumnmoon
"Sir, we've found the runaway viscar," the Angkorian soldier reported to his commander.
Virgil Garvey followed the man to a mangled corpse that lay crumpled on the ground. Several corvusaur barbs stuck out of its side, but the cause of death had been from a broken neck.
"Any sign of the girl?" he asked.
"No, sir," replied the soldier. "She must have fallen into the ravine below."
Virgil walked to the cliff's edge and looked down. It was deep, and the bottom was obscured by rock. Looking to the West, he saw plumes of smoke and a red sky. The Mountains of Ur were on fire.
"Forget about her," Virgil told him. "If she's not dead yet, she will be in a day or two. The Templar has completed his mission and the Gnostic is dead. We'll no longer need her for leverage. Head back to base."
The two soldiers pulled on their reins and turned southward. Virgil climbed on his own viscar, ready to report the day's events to his Master.
End of Chapter 2
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