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In each vision, it was only death he saw. So'el moved swiftly through the dimly lit streets, his grey cloak fluttering fiercely in the wind behind him like a dark silhouette against the dim light stands that lined the cobblestone path. The evening air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the distant echoes of laughter and shouts from taverns that spilled over with patrons seeking refuge from the chill. His target was close, the shimmering charm around his neck to