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- DREW STARED UP at the heavens from where he knelt unblinking, focusing on the moon. So often the root of his power, it was now a source of calm as Lady Greta and Lars Steinhammer manipulated his arm, outstretched across the boulder beside him. He felt the jostle and jabbing of fingers and blades as both magister and smith worked on his flesh, connecting white steel gauntlet to scarred skin. Occasionally he felt a hard tug, as the pair discarded caution in favor of force, peeling back the flesh to attach metal to bone. Scalpels opened muscle, needles binding threads of the finest Sturmish steel to muscle and tendon.
- It should have hurt like hell, the procedure carried out without any anesthetic—he needed to be awake throughout, to respond to the commands of the Daughter of Icegarden. But somehow, the pain was just a dull throb, as if Drew were watching from above, suspended in the cool night air, removed from the ordeal.
- B6 P4 C6
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