Xantcha - Senses 1

She left the thought incomplete as a gentle breeze brought her the last scent she ever wanted to smell: glistening oil.

One of the Red-Stripes was a sleeper, a newt like her, but different, too. Newts of this new invasion had bornfolk ways and didn't clump together in cadres. In truth, they didn't seem to know they were Phyrexian.

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Chapter 4