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Firian
Firian’s heart skipped. The door was open. He was free.
Fire licked through his veins as he ran to the bottom of the steps. He had to regain control of the Tanyuin forces, take them from Belik, but first he needed to find the Sentry holding his mind hostage. Then he would know if Kiria and Bard were alive.
Even freed from his cell, he felt the claustrophobic, low-hanging buzz of the Sentry in the corners of his consciousness, its white noise replacing the music of possibilities.
Still clutching the bone fragment, he crouched at the foot of the stairs and listened. A tiny sliver of bright light rimmed one side of the trapdoor at the top.
Where would Belik keep a Sentry? He swallowed down a lump of humiliation at his ignorance. He’d trusted Belik with the details and had been
