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The white-silver eyes flashed with anger. Gracefully, Never Underestimate An Old Man With A Drum Poster she lifted the cup and swallowed some of its misty contents. The drink smelled inviting, like cider and sugar and sent pangs of cravings inside Lia. You will serve me, daughter. All who enter this sanctuary serve me or perish. “Then I perish,” Lia said. The woman’s will lashed against Lia’s, so strong and vicious it seemed to pluck her by the head and wag her against the walls of her own mind. She remembered the feeling, the night before Winterrowd, when she had stumbled against the king’s thoughts. She was insignificant next to this power. It could crush her mind with a simple flex of thought. It could reduce her to a gibbering mass of flesh.

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The scene changed and Lia was suddenly back at Muirwood, within the cloisters. It was night time and the two of them were alone. Row after row of shelves, mound after mound of tomes. The wisdom of the ages, compiled in a single Abbey. They were written in different languages, from hundreds of Aldermastons. Never Underestimate An Old Man With A Drum Poster  Each one contained specks of wisdom and the knowledge of how to interact with the Medium. All these are yours, if you join me. My daughters speak every language. They read and engrave. It would take a lifetime to master all of the knowledge amassed here. But as my daughter, you would be able to read them all. My gift to you, child. I give you this. Serve me.

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mediately she was drawn back, swept away in another vision. This time, they stood together on the Tor, overlooking Muirwood Abbey in the valley below. The Abbey was burning. Lia gasped as she saw the flames searing the sky. The stones were burning. Never Underestimate An Old Man With A Drum Set Vertical Poster Burning! She could hear screams coming from the Abbey, even that far away. Lia’s heart wrenched with pain and sorrow. No! Not her Abbey. Not Muirwood! Every one you have ever loved in your childhood is trapped inside. We have barred the doors. Will you listen to them burn, child? Know that you can save them. You alone have the power to save them. Join with me, or they die. Surrender your true name. Your earthly tongue cannot speak it, but your mind can. Think the name and you give it to me. Give it to me and I give the Abbey to you. The only one that will not be destroyed by fire. The lives of your friends, in return for your allegiance. Serve me!

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Lia heard the shrieks and hugged herself in agony. She could not bear it. Never Underestimate An Old Man With A Drum Poster Was Pasqua down there? Sowe? Brynn? Was Edmon there? The Aldermaston? They were her family. What about Reome and her unborn child? Had she sent them both to their deaths? Lia struggled with despair. A thought. It begins with a thought. If she only thought the name, surrendered it to Ereshkigal, she would have power to save her friends and those she loved. Lia trembled with purpose. “I will not,” she answered. “Though you kill everyone dearest to me, I will not serve you.” Lia glared at the woman, seeing the anger flare even brighter in her eyes.

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