Tyruc flashed back to his past life, which came with its share of interrogations. He straightened in his chair, folded his sweating hands in his lap, and cleared his throat twice. “I’m Tyruc, Herald of Som.”“Have you always been ‘Tyruc, Herald of Som?’”Tyruc resisted the need to fidget. “No.”
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Chapter Nine
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Tyruc flashed back to his past life, which came with its share of interrogations. He straightened in his chair, folded his sweating hands in his lap, and cleared his throat twice. “I’m Tyruc, Herald of Som.”“Have you always been ‘Tyruc, Herald of Som?’”Tyruc resisted the need to fidget. “No.”