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Chapter 382

Rave sat on the thickest limb of one of the backyard trees, his legs dangling into the empty air, watching Ralin play in the branches above. His son was scampering about the upper reaches of the tree a little less aggressively than usual, and Rave guessed it was because his hand was beginning to bother him to the point where he was now favoring it. Even from here, Rave could see that the discoloration continued to darken.

As he had done so many times already in the past two hours, he glanced down at the black table below, hoping to see some kind of light or movement in its dull black surface. Once again, his eyes found nothing but the same frustrating empty blackness. He didn’t let his gaze linger upon the tabletop—doing so was pointless, and he didn’t want Ralin noticing how much attention his father was paying to the table. Ralin had no idea his mother was somewhere inside its dark depths, searching for the man Leesa and Rave both hoped could fix their son’s hand.

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