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The blade was sharp enough that the faintest touch drew blood. Brían couldn’t see it, but he felt the droplet slide down his throat.
The thing wearing Eredin’s skin grinned behind the horrid mask, eyes empty but for something ugly. Still, Brían closed his hands around its forearms.
“Don’t do this, Rin.”
Something flickered over its face, fleeting but unmistakable. Brían’s heart started beating double.
Experimentally, he pushed down. There was resistance, but less than he’d feared. He could work with this.
He started talking, soft and quiet, and after tense seconds, something shifted.
Eredin blinked once, and promptly collapsed.