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The mask did not blink, but Harper would get the distinct sensation that the deity's patience for his questions was beginning to run thin. "No," it said simply. "They do not." Opinion or fact? That was for Harper to decide. Ludo had never claimed to be an unbiased herald, as any who had visited it would know; this was especially true when it came to Longnight and the Ascended. "They were created. They are abominations," it supplied. "They cannot be collected for they do not have souls." Defiant, insistent truths, spoken in black and white. "With force," it said, clipped. "How else does one kill anything? You talk your tongue into knots, sweetling. It is wise to learn when to hold it." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own