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The smell couldn’t get away from him. It felt as if the fire had seared the smell into his clothes, his hair, his very skin. He could still smell the Mentor’s burning flesh as he walked up the stairs of the fortress.Â
All was in a disarray but there was finally an allusion of calm. The stunt that Abbas and his cohorts had pulled to try and usurp Altair had caused a commotion among not just the brothers in the Order, but the innocent villagers as well. Altair had burned the body of Al Mualim. What was the meaning of this?
Rauf, for his part, had to see for himself. He couldn’t believe what he had witnessed–surely there was an explanation…
And yet, he couldn’t help but feel distressed. His chest was filled with a fire he had never felt. He felt…hurt? No. Angry? He wasn’t certain.Â
Betrayed. Yes, he felt betrayed.
When he found the other, then perhaps he could get some answers. Perhaps he could quell this fire in his belly. And get this stench off of his very soul.
