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Trager draws a card from the center and hands it to Calixta. “The arrow!” She holds it high, revealing a painted arrow, then turns it to the audience. The men translate, and the crowd falls silent. Trager staggers backward. Time slows to a crawl as he turns toward us with three fumbling footsteps. His gaze lurches for Cat, and then he falls to his knees and sways. An arrow protrudes from his heart. He’s dead before Ridoc and I can catch him. Sometimes the best gift the god of luck can give is his absence. —Zehyllna: Isle of Zihnal by Major Asher Sorrengail Chapter
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