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As he wheeledShadow around, the stallion’s iron shoes clip-clopped on the marble floor. The other fel ow had red hair clipped close and a freckled face. “Hello, my pretty,” he said arrogantly. Tyranny urgently waved Scars forward.

Their meanings clear, the two symbols sat quietly atop the meeting room table. “This is your doing, isn’t it?” he asked sternly. “You’re a partial adept,” he said. He then cinched a tourniquet around his own upper left arm.