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Chapter 17: What Remains
The gauntlet blazed.

Sera's hand inside the copper was no longer her own. The crystal on the backplate had erupted—silver threads spreading across her fingers, up her wrist, pulsing with every heartbeat. The metal was warm. Then hot. Then almost burning.

She gasped.

William grabbed her arm. "Sera. Look at me."

She did. Her eyes were wide, the green swallowed by the silver light reflected from the gauntlet.

"You're in control," he said. "Not the...

Chapter 17: What Remains