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‘Come.’
Flame was already moving, once again not waiting for Higgs to respond. She hurried along, bent almost double, shielded from the sight of the Incarnate at the far side of the room by the long shuffling queue of hooded figures.
Higgs sat stunned, unable to wrap his mind around what he had just seen. The one Flame was arrowing toward looked exactly like her. More than just a familial resemblance, she was an exact copy.
He shook his head and hurried after her, reaching out to tug at her cloak as she paused once again. ‘A Sister?’
‘No, I told you that would be impossible,’ she scowled, ducking behind another fat stone column. ‘Do you remember nothing of this place?’
Higgs peered around the chamber, only just holding himself above the suck and pull of memory and vision that claw
