“The tooth twisted in his mouth, as though wrenched by an unseen hand, and scored a burning slash across the inside of his cheek. Locke cried out, coughed, and spat it up. “Ahhh,” said Capa Barsavi as he plucked the the tooth up and slipped it back into his waistcoat, blood and all. “So you see—you are bound by an oath of blood to my service. My tooth has tasted of your life, and your life is mine..”
— Sep 12, 2025 08:34AM
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