A spike. A small metal spike driven into the side of the dead koloss. There was a rip of blue skin by the spikehead, as if … As if the spikes were holding the skin in place, Vin thought. Like nails holding cloth to a wall. Spikes. Spikes like … Human retrieved a third and fourth spike, then stepped forward into the tent. Surgeons and soldiers moved back in fear, crying out for Vin to do something as Human approached the bed of a wounded soldier. Human looked from one unconscious man to another, then reached for one of them. Stop! Vin commanded in her mind. Human froze in place. Only then did
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