“Give him back,” Lena whispered, her anger crystallizing into something sharp and clear.
The hum faltered. The polished walls of the chamber seemed to shudder. The voice, for the first time, sounded uncertain. “This is... not a bright memory. It is cold. It burns.”
“Why? He is in no pain. And I am so very hungry.”
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