Something fell from the sky and crawled inside Florence Bannerman.
She doesn't remember it. She was unconscious at the time—tied up, thrown from a carriage by bandits, lying in a crater that used to be the Old King's Road. By the time she woke up, the thing had already settled in. Fused to her blood. Gone quiet.
Now her skin turns to iron when she's (...)
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