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There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands.
“Gods,” I breathed. “There are so many.”
Maren waved her hand toward the souls. “This is all my fault.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is. Demris killed the ferryman, Eldwin. If I wouldn’t have brought Demris back from the island, he’d still be alive.”
I couldn’t argue with that, but how could she have known what would happen? How could anyone? Maren made her way down to the beach, and I followed after her. The souls glowed with a green aura, and memories of being on the island came flooding back to me.
Sion growled suddenly. The souls were approaching her, encircling her massive form. She had nowhere to go but up, and she leaped into the air. Her wings flapped a few times, but she couldn’t gain momentum and landed back on the beach.
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