Waiting in a City of Undead

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Veil sprawled out the best he could in his wooden chair. Legs stretched out. Bare feet propped against the cool stone wall instead of the empty chair meant for Juda. Veil flipped the medallion between his fingers. A pallor trick he spent a month in the woods mastering. It drove Juda crazy. Pressed silver. Scorpion holding a torch with its tail. Stinger and fire outlines touching. All was stamped on one side. It was a mark of being Silas’s…