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A rush of cool air touched her skin and Sienna opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by the skins of the Blood Gallery, her father and Perry slumped at her feet. The flesh here was respectfully displayed and honored as a critical part of the Ministry, but in the end, they were still skin maps etched with the blood of people like her father.
And herself.
For a moment, all she could hear was their breathing. Then the sound of a blaring alarm rang out within the Ministry. The attack must have started.
John groaned, and Sienna leaned down to brush his hair from his face. She shuddered to think that he had almost ended up in the Blood Gallery of the Shadow Cartographers.
The door opened with a creak.
"Sienna?" Bridget came through the door, followed by one of her clerks. She looke
