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Sir Douglas stepped in front of Sienna, arms stretched wide to protect his possession. “Not this one. She’s a Blood Mapwalker and she’s not infected anyway.” He gestured at the sacks. “There are diseased remains in there. Use those for the rest.”
Elf stared back, challenging him, raising her hands as if she would use them against even her own. Sienna recognized that she was on the edge of her control and yet her power was barely yet grown. It was terrifying in one so young. If these were the children of the Shadow Cartographers, the future would bring far more terrors than the Ministry realized.
If there was a future after the plague of rats had stormed the gates into Earthside, of course.
Sir Douglas opened his palm and curled a pillar of flame into the air, spinning it into shapes
