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Death stared over the bridge and into the water below.
They’d had no weapons, had been force fed peeled deadly nightshade berries, then thrown into the depths where the suction of the current had pulled them under.
The rumor that he was unfeeling was untrue, and although it wasn’t often he was verklempt, the sight of those little petrified bodies blocking the neck of the river shook him to the core.