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Gia ignored the weight in her stomach as she forced herself to pick up the dismembered head. Holding it with her fingertips, she set it on the spike, one of several conveniently embedded in the top of Mammon’s fortress. Of course, she didn’t refer to it as Mammon’s place aloud, not since she’d beheaded the prince and taken over.
Aware of the many eyes on her, she pushed the head down on the spike more securely. It was smaller than the others, but she wasn’t going for quality here. Quantity was what mattered.
Surreptitiously wiping her hands on her shirt, she stepped back as if to admire her handiwork. But her mind was a million miles away.
How long has it been since I died? According to lore, time ran on the same track in Sheol as it did on Earth, but it certainly felt different. A d
