Atlantis

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Dedicated to my dear friend Tamara “Myra” Bodrick, the real-life Tam Broderick. Thanks for letting me steal your identity and pithy sayings.

“We have emptied the city, Eminence.” Albator shifted his weight and stole a glance at the temple door. “It is only the two of us and a few acolytes who wait to block the door as you instructed.”

“You have done well, my son. Now it is time for you to go.” Paisden pointed a long finger at the exit. “You don’t want to be here when they arrive.”

Instinct battled obligation in Albator’s gray eyes. Clearly, he wanted to get away, but as Paisden’s highest-ranking acolyte, his place was here in temple. His lips formed soundless words and his feet continued their dance of indecision.

“Perhaps it won’t come to war,” he finally managed. “Why would the lords do this to us? We are of their line.”

“We are their greatest mistake, or so they believe.” Paisden’s outward calm reflected the serenity that came with accepting one’s fate. “They feel they never should have let us leave the mother city. We did not hold to the old ways. We interfered.”

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