Dru punched a hole, ice cutting her fists. “I can’t be too late!”
The eclipse ended.
She opened the urn. Unnoticed, the child’s blood mixed with her uncles’ ashes as she poured them into frigid water.
“Please! Return the champion of Eomoi!”
Then the resurrection spring began to boil.
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