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- Then Elspeth knew for certain: Sarpedon was a mind-mage, and he was casting his net into her memories. She knew she could still free herself from his spell and break his nose with the flat of her hand. Instead, she permitted his touch—for a fleeting instant she wanted someone to know what had happened to her. She wanted someone to know what she had endured. Go ahead and look. With her free hand, she slipped the dagger from the sheath under her arm. I hope you drown.
- Theros: Godsend, Part I, Chapter 4
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