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The cloud vanished. I gaped. The thing about soul col ectors was that they collected souls. But how could a glamour construct have a soul? Was that thing alive? I couldn’t ask. Not here. Not with people crowded around us. No one else could see Death. Death brushed an escaped curl back behind my ear. “Be careful, Alex,” he said. Then he vanished as the first Good Samaritan reached us. itten By: Kalayna Price Tamara pushed her way through the crowd. She leaned over Hol y for several minutes before straightening and glancing around. Her gaze landed on me, and she made her way over to me. “You okay, Alex?” I nodded, rubbing my hands over my chil ed arms. “She’s okay, right?” Tamara might not have been a healer or a practicing doctor, but as a medical examiner, she knew injuries and she
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