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Shrike's Heart (#2)
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up

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If you’re sure...?
[She’s hesitant now. Maybe she’s just worrying too much.]
I’ll do a quick survey then.
[She moves past him just a few steps to start looking around.]
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next to the fence lies some forgotten bags of seed, and in the field is a scarecrow, swaying in the wind. ]
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[She nearly startled when Sekhmet speaks up.]
Let’s go then.
[So long, Mr. Soldier.]
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Shrike believed, sincerely, that life was suffering, and to be compassionate was to kill the living. I know this much. She has told me of the massacres she committed, and this whole town may be put to the sword.