“You won’t do it,” she said. He should. He understood, in a knowledge that went beyond logic, that this person was the one thing holding him back from the ultimate power of his divinity. A challenger, and a shackle. {Do it,} the eye said. {Do it,} the mask said. {Do it,} the heart said. No, the wound begged, scar tissue from another life. No. His hand did not move, and he was not sure why. The hesitation cost him. The dead rose up around them, surrounding his adversary. Strange, that so often, the souls of the dead appeared in darkness. But around her, they were light, clinging to her like
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