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The first one stopped before me. It raised a finger of baked mud and tapped my chest, right over my heart. A warm crack spread through my ribs. Not pain— opening .

The wind stopped. The earth settled. The golems crumbled into warm, dry soil at my feet. And the string— way-fay-dwt-kwm-mhkr —burned itself into the inside of my eyelids.