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Hassan the Executioner Walks Out of Jawasar for the Last Time

Hassan had loved her, but his eyes had still been clear enough to know how the world saw her, the horror of her power and her magic and her intolerance of human weakness. It was easier to think of that now, in the way that it was easier to see after stepping from too bright sun into a shaded room. Lamia was not here to blind him anymore.

Hassan had loved her, but his eyes had still been clear enough to know how the world saw her.
To Crack the World

As magehandler, I technically outrank them during transit. But what's a command here on the frontier, ankle-deep in corpses? Danger's one thing. Soldiers expect that. Some even enjoy it. But certain death? No one walks into that just because some asshole with rank tells them to. Besides, what use would they be, soft flesh and brittle steel, with a world-cracker on the loose?

And here's us, trapped on the plain, nothing more than shivering flesh and bone. Well, us and it.
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Hassan the Executioner Walks Out of Jawasar for the Last Time

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Hassan had loved her, but his eyes had still been clear enough to know how the world saw her.
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