Fight. My eyes flew open. How long have I been lying here? Am I dead? My exposed skin was swollen and tender, nearly sizzling against the blistering stone floor. Fight. “No,” I whispered weakly. I’d made my choice. This was the end. There was no point in fighting it, no point in— Fight. Energy blasted through my veins, filling them with an icy gust that soothed my aching skin and sent me recoiling from the scalding tiles beneath. “By the Undying Fire,” I swore as I sat upright. “I can’t even die in peace.” The voice paced like a predator inside me, snapping its jaws and urging me to action. It
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