Leaves swirled around me as if I were in the middle of a cyclone. A slow burn began in the depths of my belly, radiated outwards, and crept down the length of my arms. The ground below me shot out bright bursts of blinding light. Behind Barrett hung a large looking glass framed in gold, which reflected an image of a hideous hunter laced with numerous scars. Red tally marks appeared and disappeared one by one, a chilling indicator of all the immortal lives he had claimed. A silver sword unseen by the regular eye was slung across his back and the lies he had told me over the years dripped off him.
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