Beneath Ceaseless Skies | A Series of Accounts Surrounding the Risen Lady of the Orun-Alai and Other Alleged Miracles in the Final Days of the Riverlands War by Aimee Ogden
The vendor's relics are fakes, of course, every last one. Piran blinks hard, to be sure. He paid that Lethian necromancer well for the enchantment that she'd rubbed into his eyes with wet clay that, at a glance, he should always know a true relic of his wife. None of the artifacts laid out here shine with Esseris's particular aura. The hair isn't even the right shade of brown.
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