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more horrific form of slavery, one she might
never escape, never be able to fight. Not a
breaking of the Fire-Bringer, but an erasure.
To take all she was, power and knowledge,
and rip it from her. To have her trapped inside
while she witnessed her own voice yield the
location of the Wyrdkeys. Swear the blood
oath to Maeve. Wholly submit to her.
Fenrys blinked four times. I am here, I am
with you.
She answered in kind. I am here, I am with
you.
Her magic surged, seeking a way out,
filling the gaps between her breath and bones.
She couldn’t find room for it, couldn’t do
anything to soothe it.
You do not yield.
She focused on the words. On her mother’s
voice.
Perhaps the magic would devour her from