The Sentinel was diving for me. But their mask was cracked, now. It had split right along the scratch I had etched into it in our first meeting. And what was revealed . . . The horror made my steps falter. I barely managed to deflect their strike, sending them stumbling to the sand. The face that stared back at me, framed by jagged gold, was barely human—the features faded, like those of a statue sanded down by time. The marks of life and humanity had been erased. She was free of freckles or scars or hair. Her eyes were blank white. But it was her. The sister I had damned twice over now, come
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