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We reappeared together inside a metal hall. Zaan went to smoke in an instant and I whirled to look at our surroundings.
The walls were lined with what looked like human-sized jars. And in each of them was a different version of me. Some of them were half-formed, others floating groups of organs held together by tenuous tissue, and still others looked ready to breathe.
I spun, surrounded by horrors.
“Do you grasp your true nature now, my Queen?” Railan taunted, his voice piped in overhead. I couldn’t feel his marker anymore, I didn’t know where he was. “And you thought you could trace me, Zaibann? Please. I have not forgotten your skills since the time I saw you last.”
Zaan reformed beside me, his expression dark. “You need to get out of here, Ilylle. Go back.”
“Not until everythin
