Pug looked at his hands. The blue light was gone. So was most of the color in his face.
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Pug smiled. It was a strange expression on a face so young. Pug looked at his hands
Varek tilted his head. “Impressive for an untrained hedge-witch. But you are not strong enough to unmake what was built before your grandfathers’ grandfathers drew breath.” ” Pug said quietly. “Move aside.”
Pug didn’t answer. Instead, he began walking back toward the distant torchlight of the patrol’s camp.
“You’re blocking the King’s road,” Pug said quietly. “Move aside.”