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- He readies to leap again, toward Olivia—
- But in his haste, he's forgotten the last man.
- A thick, heavy chain around his neck chokes his progress, yanking him backward like a collared dog. If he can go just one more step, he could stop Olivia in place, stop this whole ritual.
- But the guard drags him one step back, his feet tripping over the bodies.
- Sorin snarls. His eyes lock on the sight in front of him: the coffin, the blood, Olivia's smiling face.
- One . . . more . . . step . . .
- Another guard joins the first, another Blessed Silver chain around his chest.
- He strains forward.
- A third guard. A fourth. More and more pile on, faster than his magic can work on them, faster than he can stop them.
- ***
- EPISODE 2: THE DOLOROUS WEIGHT OF PLEASANTRIES
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