Sleep Spell 3

“Jace!” Paldor said standing behind his desk as the door to his office burst open. “You’re supposed to be—”

Jace whispered a sound that was not a word. Paldor staggered a single step and fell senseless to the floor by his chair.

“Dead?” Kallist asked softly.

“No. Not even unconscious in the most technical sense. But it’ll be hours before he can form a sentient thought again.”


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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 19